Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Street Sweeper Social Club - Fight Smash Win ------------------------------------------ And the wealth don?t trickle down People pinchin every nickel now Even if we don?t fight bodies hit the ground I spit the sound of a million fists finna pound I?m in the crowd til this whole thing switch around Our brains are on temporary disconnect I shoot my mouth off I can?t find my pistol yet You can call this music disrespect Cuz it?ll slap you in your face at your local disco tech Mr. Green with your missiles and rockets My paycheck burns a hole in your pocket You told the judge put my name on the docket Meetin in the break room here?s what we plotted Let?s fight Let?s smash Let?s win We gon fight We gon smash Let us in Let?s fight Let?s smash Let?s win Just like gettin up in the club with a fake ID If it don?t work, we gon do it again Your honor may it please the court Swear me in on a book full of Tupac quotes After what I say you might noose my throat Reporters please scribble down a few hot notes Allow me to be the first to throw dirt on their graves Excuse me I never learned to behave my great great granny was a Carolina slave she whispers in my ear sayin ?Spark the blaze.? Somewhere on the eastside of steal and rob A whole generation got a McJob And the light bill still ain?t resolved See the hungry mob pulse and throb If you got a blacklist I wanna be on it If we gon attack this then we need to run it If you see my hood man You might call it ghetto Politicians are puppets yall Let?s get Gepetto Let?s fight Let?s smash Let?s win We gon fight We gon smash Let us in Let?s fight Let?s smash Let?s win Just like gettin up in the club with a fake ID If it don?t work, we gon do it again Well it?s a matter of fact that I?m gonna die one day But muthafucka Right now I breathe And I may not be able to predict my demise But you can bet it won?t be on my knees I?m rappin at the speed of the falling dollar They got greed to make you crawl and holla It?s old school like Easy-E?s Impala Ay! Ay! You gon lead or smoke trees and follow? Let?s fight Let?s smash Let?s win We gon fight We gon smash Let us in Let?s fight Let?s smash Let?s win Just like gettin up in the club with a fake ID If it don?t work, we gon do it again