STAMPEDE

Lyrics for STAMPEDE

Get, get, get back I ain't got time for the tact When I'm with a bird, I'm sacked Young brother sharp as a tack Snatch a crown from a king and I tell you where it's at Roman symbol for a rat Boom like a blues doing lap Tell us now the right way ahead Way ahead, way ahead, way ahead Left side to the right side (left side to the right side) Front side to the back (front side to the back) Stampede if you're with me (stampede if you're with me) We're tryna head out (we're tryna head out) Left side to the right side (left side to the right side) Front side to the back (front side to the back side) Stampede if you're with me We're tryna head out, we're tryna head out No point in arguing the values of the gold I look for empathy, the love was left alone (stampede if you with me) I try to phone a friend and tell him where to go You look for better men, you'll find a pot of gold We're tryna head out, we're tryna head out Fat cat, get him capsized Greasy ass pig, get him backside Drown in blood and I'm baptized You don't have the prize for the last time Rats You won't find love through a step Tryna take a life for some cash They just keep hitting with the tit, tit, tit, tit, tit They ain't ready for the tact Left side to the right side (left side to the right side) Front side to the back (front side to the back side) Stampede if you're with me (stampede if you're with me) We're tryna head out (we're tryna head out) Left side to the right side (left side to the right side) Front side to the back (front side to the back) Stampede if you're with me We're tryna head out, we're tryna head out Give him my reply with a bat Find out all I got, get him taxed Running out of time, oh No point in arguing the values of the gold I look for empathy, the love was left alone (stampede if you with me) I try to phone a friend and tell him where to go You look for better men, you'll find a pot of gold The ones below Can't you see we're the pot of gold? Shake that ground, where they gonna go? Oh, shit The ones below Can't you see we're the pot of gold? Shake that ground, where they gonna go? Oh, shit You gotta go for the ones you love You gotta fight for the ones you love You gotta go for the ones you love You gotta fight for the ones you love