Flags Naughty By Nature (Ft. Bilal & Jaihem)
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[Hook: Bilal]
Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad
Code of the streets, gotta keep my bang to the bang back
So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thoroughly
That's all we have
[Verse 1: Jaihem]
Father if you still listening, we hope our prayers make it up to heaven
If we fall then we're not forgotten don't let our lil' brothers end up like we did
Let them grow up and get a job
Don't let them grow up behind bars, trying to be hard
Oh, Father can you swiffen my feet
Repping the wrong color on the wrong street with no heat
Rocking Dickies and Chukkas, bandannas my brothers
My haters or lovers we still got each other
We twist our hands up and pull our pants up
Walk this way throw your flag and your set up
[Hook]
Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad
Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we got to bang back
So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, my family thoroughly
That's all we have
You gotta cook the beef or you don’t eat
That’s why we fly our flags
Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad
Code of the streets, gotta keep my bang to the bang back
So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thoroughly
That's all we have
[Verse 1: Jaihem]
Father if you still listening, we hope our prayers make it up to heaven
If we fall then we're not forgotten don't let our lil' brothers end up like we did
Let them grow up and get a job
Don't let them grow up behind bars, trying to be hard
Oh, Father can you swiffen my feet
Repping the wrong color on the wrong street with no heat
Rocking Dickies and Chukkas, bandannas my brothers
My haters or lovers we still got each other
We twist our hands up and pull our pants up
Walk this way throw your flag and your set up
[Hook]
Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad
Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we got to bang back
So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, my family thoroughly
That's all we have
You gotta cook the beef or you don’t eat
That’s why we fly our flags
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