A.M.P - Seven Nation Army (Remix) | Текст песни

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Jack Yeah
Flip It
Surprise 4, 3, 2,
Drop!

The curtain, my peoples is workin'
You peepin toms, yall need to stop lurking
You spyin, talkin, eyein, cock locking
You don't know the time,
Your watch will stop clocking.
So we switch hit
Hit some other bitches
None of yall business, who we wanna chill with
And we flip shit Steadily afflicted,
Readily equipped with shit to get ya twisted.
Oh, you missed it?
It's a felony of sickness, the melody ridiculous,
You yellin, who ya clique is?
[But] But we don't really give a shit kid
[Shit] Drinks in hands we landin double fisted
[Us] A-M-P is the non ficticious,
prey to me and I'll grant you your wishes.
[Yes] Misses, milfs and mistresses
[That's you] It's not a diss, yo, bitch, it's just
[That's true] It's an ode to night life
Stain your brain with the load of white stripe
[Now]Now you feel where I'm comin from
Come and give the drummer some

[Prechorus]
I'm gonna laugh at yall
Why you standin lookin bored, holding up the wall
But I ain't mad at yall
Cuz I'm an alcoholic too, and I ain't stoppin at all
Come on, let's go

[Chorus]
March to the bar,
buy yourself a drink
Why we get drunk, it's so we can't think
So many problems,
more than just one
Travelled the world, and girls we trust none
Well maybe one, yeah that's wifey
Girl to leave my side is not likely
Stand strong, let's rock the party,
and build the "fam" like a seven nation army

Break Yourself (2x)

From the regular routine,
You done ****ed up, goin against the regime
Can't crush your dreams, we out before that
Drop a hardcore track, spit out the war raps
Glorious scriptures, repressed these to uplift ya
Can't ignore the picture, can't define mixtures
Venomous sharpness, swimmin with the sharks'
Take you to your darkest
hour of life Found a christ, found you on your happiness
Made you realize you paid a powerful price
Demand our principle, respect and honor
Yall can hate, can't crack the armor
Now you feel fear, that your karma's gonna get you?
Choose right from wrong, yo, it won't sweat you
Packin too much heat, while I'm workin my G That's me,
A-M-P, kneel down, 6 G

[Prechorus]

[Chorus] x2

So we switch hit
Respect and honor, can't crack our armor
And we flip shit
Your Karmas gonna get you, it won't sweat you
Oh you missed it
While I'm workin my G, A-M-P, kneel down, 6 G
Us. Yes. You.
That's you. Yes.
That's you.
That's true. Now.
Us. Yes.
That's you.
That's true

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