Текст песни Flags - Naughty By Nature
Mama
don't
cry
for
me,
Papa
don't
feel
bad
Cold
on
the
streets,
they
bang
so
we
got
to
bang
back
So
I
rep
my
hood,
my
city,
my
borough,
thorougly
That's
all
we
have
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
colour
on
the
wrong
street
with
no
heat
Rocking
hickies
and
truckers,
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
setup
Mama
don't
cry
for
me,
Papa
don't
feel
bad
Cold
on
the
streets,
they
bang
so
we
got
to
bang
back
So
I
rep
my
hood,
my
city,
my
borough,
my
family
thorougly
That's
all
we
have
You
gotta
cook
the
beef
or
you
don't
eat
That's
why
we
fly
our
flags
I
heard
you
mob
and
you're
moody,
you
jacking
for
jewellery
You
banging
and
beasting
with
your
tats
and
your
toolies
Banging
for
bounty
you're
too
young
for
the
nineties
Are
you
dumping
with
the
G-Reps
or
jumping
in
the
county
Shooting
by
the
roof
and
scraping
is
what's
happening
Niggas
real
and
'bout
it
so
and
they
cracking
If
you
going
out
tonight
get
your
pistol
and
your
rifle
Pray
to
the
father
and
sell
your
soul
to
the
cycle
You
coming
nigga,
listen
no
bouncing
and
no
bitching
Cooking
by
the
kitchen,
flags
and
finger
flipping
Living
without
growing,
killing
without
blowing
This
gang
is
a
gun
it's
either
given
or
chosen
Trying
to
get
the
trigger
strapped,
trying
to
get
these
niggas
back
Worst
part
of
the
deal
it
won't
help
bring
our
nigga
back
Tell
your
babies
that
you
love
her,
kiss
your
mama
before
you
leave
her
Hug
her
like
you
need
her,
cause
it
might
be
the
last
time
you
might
see
her
The
streets
are
so
slick,
they're
greasy,
as
the
needy
feed
the
needy
Easy
to
murder
if
you're
hungry
or
greedy,
gang
sets
in
grafitti
I
mean,
we
mean
like
Eeedie,
I
mean,
I
mean
I
finna'
a
track
a
treaty
Take
my
warrants
to
Tahiti
Throw
up
your
flags
like
soccer,
nothing
but
war
on
TV
R.I.P
Appachi
up
in
heaven
in
a
platinum
TP
Aggressive
is
the
message,
No
lessons
without
the
effort
Bang
bang
live
by
the
gun,
dye
by
the
gun,
it's
a
flag
thing
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