- Votes:
 - Composer:
 - Michael Franti
 
- Genres:
 - Reggae
 - Rock
 
- Tags:
 - annymix
 - mellow
 - michael franti radio
 
- See also:
 
Spearhead - Comin' to Gitcha lyrics
(Chorus) 
 Rock rock y'all Spearheads comes alive 
 on the eve of 2 triple O 
 11:45 
 no jive we be survivin' 
 singin' praises to jah 
 every time we throw down and every time we puff La 
 Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way 
 on the chocolate supa highway!!! 
 Late last year 
 some of ya mighta had fear that the Spearhead crew 
 would never be back through your way no way 
 we naw go out like that becaouse we livin' for the riddim 
 and the funk is always fat so 
 we bring fat beats like a gift for Xmas 
 I'll make you testify just like an O.J Simpson witness 
 our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming 
 so like the price is right come on down, make a little wish 
 but excuse me while I light my spliff and make some noise 
 if you think the herbs a gift. Hoooo!! 
(Chorus)
 Check it I'm descending back into this record 
 the heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic 
 shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors 
 not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya Spearhead - Comin' to Gitcha - http://motolyrics.com/spearhead/comin-to-gitcha-lyrics.html
 'cause I can't stand the pain outside my window 
 why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts 
 sippin' gin and juice for confidence 
 blowin' more la than Jackie Chan be doin' stunts 
 the Buddah elevates the stress off the chest 
 but could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks 
 flex like flash when they try to pull me under 
 but like the lightnin' I'll be there before the thunder 
(Chorus)
 Yes I remember the time in Oklahoma 
 you tried to blame an Arab 
 but the whitey was the bomber 
 you be jumpin' to conclusions 
 I think you spent your whole life 
 watchin' cable in seclusion 
 illusions 'bout what's outside your door 
 one nigga two nigga three nigga four 
 robbing every house and every liquor store 
 run for your life we marchin' one million more 
 Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers 
 you can roll your own in September from our harvest 
 big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest 
 Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge 
(Chorus)














