Welcome to the Party - Bambu

It go, oh man

Welcome to the party

Bolo and an AK

Holy when i prey on those prey on those who pray for better wages AK Came from

the same bloodline as Andres (Bonifacio) General Apoy in a tactical vest

Ready for whatever type of shit we catch next

Never been afraid of no badge, bruh

Two police — that’s a match up

I just came to make it all even

Because the field’s uneven and we’re living in the last, bruh a rebel of a

devil in a dodger hat

They’re killing our people we go hard for that

1−8-9−8 until we’re finished with that

Don’t let her pretty face fool you

She’s going to hit you with that -!

oh man

Power to the people (repeat x3)

Bambu where the fuck you find these crazy filipinos

I come from the same bloodline as gangbangers and crooks

The same bloodline as those who took up the frontline wit all the Huks

(Hukbalahap)

And Katipunan una yun sa pag barrelan kalen man (the first to shoot, whenever)

I am bam

Down t' fight, pare, ilan (friend, how many?) — bring them on

What you thought this was a little okie doke

A little woopty woop

Cool story, bro

This ain’t no muthuhfukking joking this is overthrow the recognition the

ignition ain’t in your control

And i already know i’m better than the bulk of these rats

So i don’t spend a bunch of time trying to convince you of that my rap pap pap

pap put a hole in your brain

Throw in a little bit of wisdom

Fill it back up again

It’s like, oh man

Welcome to the party

I can’t call nobody when these banks is trying to rob me

Fuck it light a match

Fuck it throw a match

Fuck it let it burn

Fuck it, homie, I heard they’re getting down down in mindanao

Rifles in the street in their hand me down’s

Shower me in rubble when it crumble down

Yellin'

In desperation they’ll do anything to keep with the crown while we burning down

the castle make a thunderous sound bang bang!

They do what we’re doing to survive

Making money off of lives whether suffering or dying

They shoot children in our hood they police us on the block

And the system’s for the cops, so they ain’t tripping when we shot i got that

los angeles slang talk

California thorough from th' old block

Oldies in your uncle rex’s CRX while he was turnt off of shabs at your aunt’s

spot

Grimlock I’m dumb rock

Hip hop wita little bit of click pop

My clique got a bunch crooks in it, homie, fuck with it

Remember click pop?!

And let it burn — fire fire we don’t need no water

Mi molotov — fire fire we don’t need no water

Let it burn — fire fire we don’t need no water