Pull It Back - Bambu

Turn around

Keep walkin'

Get off the block

Who you lookin' at?

Brown skin Southeast Asian kids with a problem

200, 300--shoot, that’s a lot of em

Ready for the metal pellets

Killed off Magellan’s descendants

Fuck the police

Yeah the funny accent

Said it, let it, get it

To the point where police and the 'hoods clash

Give Los Angeles in April 1992 relapse

We can dance right here on Avalon in the flatlands

I don’t give a fuck about a badge;

I got quick hands

Take it out to Oakland

Smile mouth open

Gold grillin' chillin,'

All fitted on some broke shit

Roll with the revolution

Take back your block, boy

Block boys, put away your tools and drop the rock, boys

OPD, SFPD, LAPD, NYPD

Hit 'em with a bunch of little punches from the gun and

Get 'em running until there ain’t no more PD

Oh, it’s the Philippines

Hang the flag upside down

Militia full of sisters and brothers don’t make that sound

Walk through the jungle

It’s the struggle for true

Put your gat in my lap

Let me load it for you

And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Let it brrat, brrat

And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Let it brrat, brrat

San Francisco stand up

Throw up the 415

Grab your 'banas and the clappers

Homie take it outside

Right there at the 'cific Center

Right over the market street

Slam those Vans on the hard concrete

Let the world know we doing this for all of our kids

Keep it movin out of 'frisco

Right over the Bay bridge

Right through the O

We can roll 'til our legs break

Yeah, we broke

Yeah, we pissed

We do crime all day

Grab your corner liquor store

Get us ready for war

Water jugs for the soldiers

All the food for the poor

I have sworn to defend my countrymen 'til I’m gone

So I walk like a rebel while my blood still warm

To Luzon and Mindanao

Visayas say it loud

From New York to New Jerus to my Pinoys in the South

Get down with la causa

Pull the lama out your trousers

All you need is a target

I can show you how to

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Let it brrat, brrat!

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Let it brrat, brrat, brrat!

Yeah, it’s me on the solo tip

Don’t get it twist though

Kiwi might just up pop out the back with a 44

Write that ticket, pig

Be damned if I pay that shit

I’ll be in LA while in the court with a pink slip

You a local PD;

I got CIA to worry 'bout

They came knockin' on my door

Like I’m 'posed to be scared now

(Pshh) Better read my file twice before you walk up

Decorated government defector light your ass up

Philippines, let us get our country from her

GMA put her whole in a hole in the dirt

Where my comrades work for the dollar bills that you made

Little girls you turn away like there ain’t a sex trade

Brrat, brrat!

Pasay City let me hear you one time

I see enemy creepin on us, I sneak up from behind

And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Let it brrat, brrat!

And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)

Let it brrat, brrat, brrat!

And burn the flag (Burn the flag)

And burn the flag (Burn the flag)

Burn the flag (Burn the flag)

Burn the flag (Burn the flag)

And burn the flag (Burn the flag)

And burn the flag (Burn the flag)

Burn the flag (Burn the flag)

Burn the flag (Burn the flag)