Текст песни The B.U.M.S. (Brothas Unda Madness) - Flex Uv a Finga
The B.U.M.S. (Brothas Unda Madness) - Flex Uv a Finga слова песни
[Chorus]Won`t you come around to my side of townSo I can show you how the real shit goes downWhere the, neighbors complain of how the gunsmoke lingersAnd lifes are taken with the flex of a finger[D-Wyze]D-Wyze is, drastic, the overlord in supreme rhymesFrom the streets, sounds of a true mic fiendI grab my dick two times for niggaz loafin on mineIf the punks got beef I gots to go for mineOakland`s the city - I represent my heart and domainFrom the barber to the rap is how I got my fameBrothers is bad-asses, skipped all my high school classesIt turned out massive - now this kid is spinnin on plasticGot niggaz, locked on my skills cause I`m givin `em moreI spark the phil` with my man Bill on Jackie`s top shop floorFive-oh is hittin - it`s drivin black brothers insaneJudges is givin three strikes, for the rock cocaineDown with Mo Nitty (sup Mo) fuckin around got caught up in the citySo now it`s, hear no evil, see no evil none is doneTwo minimum misdemeanor for a small handgunIt`s a buddha, but you know, that shit ain`t realFor my brothers locked down y`know I know how you feelBut now I`m free! My revolution`s appearedI`m with the B.U.M.S., two rappers to fearFrom fifty-fifth to Fleming, I`m leavin ALL niggaz tremblin[Chorus][E-Vocalist]I reminisce - when heavy artillery was a batBut now out on the flats action`s regulated by a gat(Break yo`self fool) Five-oh attack explorin cracks like MagellanIn Alameda County there`s a bounty on brothers that`s sellinCarry three felons it`s twenty-five when the gavel dropIf not they plot, peep the covert opsTake your drugs and guns, but leave your money to recopFigurin - involvement with drugs will maintainNow every day in my neighborhood`s like a chess gamePlayin for high stakes I smoke to keep my mind straightCause checkmates can mean ill fate (right)While the number dead increases with the (farenheit)In Oakland sunlight one might find means for relaxationWhile fiends pray to the streets like crack`s the salvation(In the belly of the streets) ten years of incubationMy culture, provides me with the strength to face the nation[Chorus]