Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan and the Prophets
Spent no money, so we're guaranteed a profit
How this label still alive?
After CMS, it really took a nosedive
Plooney got addicted to JoJo
John do big cry cause his mam a hoe
Eoghan getting abused by Emma
His face always sour like a lemaaa-
No jobs around, so I'm unemployed
I dream of sex with Ken, just like Freud
World War Three is just behind the door
Anne Mammy out there, wow, what a whore
Religious zealots goin' crazay
RMcG the leader, she gay
Wow, I really love sniffing glue
Love Clooney, hope she doesn't get the flu
Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
You come on our song and you try to slag our mothers
Don't f*ck with the Prophets or you'll end up like the others (Six million)
Bitch look like she sixty-four years old
Why she always act like she on her period? (Gold)
Narky motherf*cker found a man just like her
Rap sounds like you're shivering, chatter-chatter
Benjamin Button bitch, couldn't wait to go grey
When you're on the mic, no f*cking clue what to say
We all know what Joanne looks like
Not allowed to say it, but it rhymes with 'bike'
Her hair suits her like shoe polish on Jim Crow
Putting on her foundation, looks like Play-Doh
Call yourself GUCC! P!NK on the Prophets panels
Yeah, everyday you wear the same four flannels
So let this be a warning to all you cretins
When you're a racist, nobody wins
Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Straight out the f*ckin' dungeons of rap
Finesse on the beat, Bruno never called back
I said "Call me maybe", he said "Bitch, you crazy"
No alpha male, Carly Rae, Jay-Z, Swae Lee
East Coast, West Coast, reppin' all my homedogs
Compass points true north, unlike Versatile (Frauds)
Comin' from Troy, you know you better tell your boys
Bogdan in this bitch, Kim Possible, what's the sitch?
Do the Gaza Strip
(Gaza Strip!)
Flexin' on your drip
(On your drip!)
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
(We have no opinion)
Do the Gaza Strip
(Gaza Strip!)
JK in da whip
(JK! Shaki! Come out drive on the road, Best Picture!)
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
The Three Prophets - The Gaza Strip (feat. Gucc! P!nk) Lyrics
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Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan and the Prophets
Spent no money, so we're guaranteed a profit
How this label still alive?
After CMS, it really took a nosedive
Plooney got addicted to JoJo
John do big cry cause his mam a hoe
Eoghan getting abused by Emma
His face always sour like a lemaaa-
No jobs around, so I'm unemployed
I dream of sex with Ken, just like Freud
World War Three is just behind the door
Anne Mammy out there, wow, what a whore
Religious zealots goin' crazay
RMcG the leader, she gay
Wow, I really love sniffing glue
Love Clooney, hope she doesn't get the flu
Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
You come on our song and you try to slag our mothers
Don't f*ck with the Prophets or you'll end up like the others (Six million)
Bitch look like she sixty-four years old
Why she always act like she on her period? (Gold)
Narky motherf*cker found a man just like her
Rap sounds like you're shivering, chatter-chatter
Benjamin Button bitch, couldn't wait to go grey
When you're on the mic, no f*cking clue what to say
We all know what Joanne looks like
Not allowed to say it, but it rhymes with 'bike'
Her hair suits her like shoe polish on Jim Crow
Putting on her foundation, looks like Play-Doh
Call yourself GUCC! P!NK on the Prophets panels
Yeah, everyday you wear the same four flannels
So let this be a warning to all you cretins
When you're a racist, nobody wins
Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Straight out the f*ckin' dungeons of rap
Finesse on the beat, Bruno never called back
I said "Call me maybe", he said "Bitch, you crazy"
No alpha male, Carly Rae, Jay-Z, Swae Lee
East Coast, West Coast, reppin' all my homedogs
Compass points true north, unlike Versatile (Frauds)
Comin' from Troy, you know you better tell your boys
Bogdan in this bitch, Kim Possible, what's the sitch?
Do the Gaza Strip
(Gaza Strip!)
Flexin' on your drip
(On your drip!)
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
(We have no opinion)
Do the Gaza Strip
(Gaza Strip!)
JK in da whip
(JK! Shaki! Come out drive on the road, Best Picture!)
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan and the Prophets
Spent no money, so we're guaranteed a profit
How this label still alive?
After CMS, it really took a nosedive
Plooney got addicted to JoJo
John do big cry cause his mam a hoe
Eoghan getting abused by Emma
His face always sour like a lemaaa-
No jobs around, so I'm unemployed
I dream of sex with Ken, just like Freud
World War Three is just behind the door
Anne Mammy out there, wow, what a whore
Religious zealots goin' crazay
RMcG the leader, she gay
Wow, I really love sniffing glue
Love Clooney, hope she doesn't get the flu
Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
You come on our song and you try to slag our mothers
Don't f*ck with the Prophets or you'll end up like the others (Six million)
Bitch look like she sixty-four years old
Why she always act like she on her period? (Gold)
Narky motherf*cker found a man just like her
Rap sounds like you're shivering, chatter-chatter
Benjamin Button bitch, couldn't wait to go grey
When you're on the mic, no f*cking clue what to say
We all know what Joanne looks like
Not allowed to say it, but it rhymes with 'bike'
Her hair suits her like shoe polish on Jim Crow
Putting on her foundation, looks like Play-Doh
Call yourself GUCC! P!NK on the Prophets panels
Yeah, everyday you wear the same four flannels
So let this be a warning to all you cretins
When you're a racist, nobody wins
Do the Gaza Strip
Flexin' on your drip
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
Do the Gaza Strip
JK in da whip
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Straight out the f*ckin' dungeons of rap
Finesse on the beat, Bruno never called back
I said "Call me maybe", he said "Bitch, you crazy"
No alpha male, Carly Rae, Jay-Z, Swae Lee
East Coast, West Coast, reppin' all my homedogs
Compass points true north, unlike Versatile (Frauds)
Comin' from Troy, you know you better tell your boys
Bogdan in this bitch, Kim Possible, what's the sitch?
Do the Gaza Strip
(Gaza Strip!)
Flexin' on your drip
(On your drip!)
Israeli or Palestinian territory?
(We have no opinion)
Do the Gaza Strip
(Gaza Strip!)
JK in da whip
(JK! Shaki! Come out drive on the road, Best Picture!)
Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Writer: Eoghan McGale, John Ferry, Paul Looney, Zach Ryan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Three Prophets
Language: English
Length: 4:54
Written by: Eoghan McGale, John Ferry, Paul Looney, Zach Ryan