Self-righteous Spics (anthem) Lyrics

Self-righteous Spics (anthem) lyrics



[Q] Forever united, we walkin this planet of gasses

    True to all my niggas till my life span passes

[S] With the (shhh) sound of the pyro camp

    You's a fool if you try to get the Psycho amped

[J] We could stomp, give it a loud clap {*clap clap, clap*

    Champ chomp the competition, full back tackle

    ya quaterback

[Q] We tight like ten virgins in a Porsche

    double parked car, Miagi's wax on technique

    couldn't block ours

[S] Like dark scars, my fam stays on my skin

    beginning to never end

    there's many different ways I'ma win

[J] My brain jiggle in pickled jars

    Brooknam phenomenan, Worf

    a lush in bars, black fingers splittin cigars

[S] Shittin in bars with a crazed smell

    Lord praise Swel!

    'Cause time is 11:34 when I'ma raise hell

    and truly I'll react and you will get

    attacked world-wide

    My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back?

[Q] No question, like, like.. The Roots

    without their drummer

    You step up in a relay, son you got ya'self a runner

    Targeting the government, you got ya'self a gunner

    We breakin through the surface 'cause we

    tunneled through the under



[Chorus 2x:]

In the club, we got it locked

We, WOOOOH!

Only if we should, then we rock

We, WOOOOH!

Rollin through ya hood or ya block

We, WOOOOH!

Louder! WOOOOH!

Prouder! WOOOOH!



[S] Remain calm, ladies on line because we gettin

    our game on, and anybody breakin up

    the hustle and they gone

[Q] Like Schwarzenegger biceps, the family stay strong

    Nothin you can say wrong, we righteous

    speak the same slang

    Microphone spit unite us, love to all the fam

    and give a fuck who don't like us

[J] We thorn coated our hearts, so I rock

    invisible horns

    Sworn heat raised deceased, got niggas screaming

    "Ya dead wrong!" Snatch the hoochies ice

    she's twice the chicken I am

    You ain't a playa, trade ya foodstamps

    Tell ya baby dad to buy 'em

[S] Rollin with us, ain't no need to keep a low profile

    We could all go wild and keep the po-po out

    We can liven up the party, drink all up the Bacardi

    Dance and move ya bodies with hotties to Ladi-dadi

[Q] +We don't cause trouble+, 'less you want the bubble

    popped double, what you gonna drop? Zepplin kid

    We gonna rock, Arsonists fam, global relatives

    connecting world-wide, thanks for pyromaniacs

    investin

[J] Somebody gonna fry in here tonight!

    Too many niggas that like to fight,

    hang tight and that ain't right!



(Chorus 2x)



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