Formed in Fukuoka, Japan and now based in Tokyo, Bo-Peep blend chaotic guitar riffs, brutal rhythm and manic vocals with a melodic sensibility that echoes the raw but infectious energy of the grunge era. With guitar, bass, drums and no added nonsense, Bo-Peep's two albums (including 2008's 'Sick Orange Television') and two mini-albums are loaded with savage songs that are all the more visceral in the flesh.
The girls' explosive live reputation has seen them storm stages across Japan and the UK, with their first US jaunt in March 2009. Japan's Fuji Rock Festival, Britain's The Great Escape and In The City, and now Texas' South By Southwest - all have fallen under the might of Bo-Peep.
Mika Yoshimura (Guitar, Vocals)
Ryoko Nakano (Drums)
Kaori Takebayashi (Bass)
Power
BO-PEEP Lyrics
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Yeah yeah uh huh, uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh
Other side you know how we ride, uh what?
[Vesre One]
Oh my god, times here are so hard
Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards
The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back
Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9's
Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes
My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest
They said they heard he was pullin in the west
Retaliation is a must that we run em down
Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down
Everyday in my city some where someone bites the dust
If you here hope you with a city nigga you be trust
[Chorus: x 2]
We down for Money, Power, Respect
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much you roll on that Lex?
[Verse Two]
You know it's crackin on the Southside so I hopped in my Reagle
With the homie Lil Stoke and ofcourse my Desert Eagles
And it's like an All-Star Game I mean we 10 to 1 with business
And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches
Ain't that a bitch? You set trip you bound to get set
I'ma get my respect nigga I don't give a fuck what town it is
'cause I'ma respect yours and you gon' respect mines
And if it ain't correct I'ma check with the tech 9
Nigga I'm a Thug Lord ask my mama
Yeah these niggas got it made but they don't want no mutha fuckin mama
No fuckin drama, no comma
As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror on the trunk of my big black ass
[Chorus: x 2]
[Verse Three]
Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot
Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got
My Chuck T's tounges tucked, hung for the sprung clubs
Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck
Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck?
Dick in a man's hands gettin my nuts sucked
I'm bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin
Slangin death at a high cost, that's nina ross hangin
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses
Bow down and kiss this pistola
Run up wit ya gun up and get done up
I'm one up, from sun down to sun up I ain't givin none up
[Chorus: x 4]
The lyrics of BO-PEEP's song "Power" describe the harsh and violent realities of life in the streets, particularly in the West Coast. The first verse tells the story of a young man trying to make ends meet by selling drugs in a dangerous neighborhood. He faces constant threats from both the police and rival gangs, and his friend has already been killed in a drive-by shooting. The second verse is equally intense, with the artist boasting about his gang affiliation and the firepower he possesses. He is not afraid of any other gangs and is willing to use violence to gain respect.
The chorus, on the other hand, repeats the refrain "Money, Power, Respect" as a way of summarizing the philosophy of those in the streets. They believe that these three things are essential for survival and success, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to acquire them. The song is a powerful commentary on the struggles faced by those living in poverty and the lengths they will go to survive.
Overall, the song's message is one of aggression and defiance. The characters in the song are portrayed as fierce, unstoppable forces fighting against the odds to maintain their place in the world. It is a commentary on the harsh realities of inner-city life, showing the struggles that many people face on a daily basis just to make it through.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh my god, times here are so hard
The situation is extremely difficult
Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards
Younger siblings are facing problems while the mother struggles financially
The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back
The eldest sibling is responsible for providing food for the family
I'm packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks
Carrying a gun while selling drugs on a dangerous street corner
Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9's
Avoiding the cops and living in fear of being arrested or killed
Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes
Using guns to protect oneself and make money
My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest
A friend got shot
Retaliation is a must that we run em down
Getting revenge is necessary
Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down
Using powerful weapons to kill the enemy
We down for Money, Power, Respect
We prioritize wealth, influence, and admiration
How much you hold on yo neck?
How much expensive jewelry do you wear?
How much you roll on that Lex?
How much money do you spend on your luxury car?
You know it's crackin on the Southside
There are many criminal activities happening on the southern part of the city
And it's like an All-Star Game
The situation is exciting and intense
Ain't that a bitch? You set trip you bound to get set
If you start trouble, you will suffer the consequences
I'ma get my respect nigga I don't give a fuck what town it is
I will earn respect no matter where I am
And if it ain't correct I'ma check with the tech 9
If someone disrespects me, I will use my gun to confront them
Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot
I killed my opponents by shooting at their location
Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got
You can try to be as successful as I am
Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck?
Being in jail is something I do not want
Dick in a man's hands gettin my nuts sucked
I will not let anyone take advantage of me
I'm bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin
I am a leader and I won't hesitate to eliminate my enemies
Slangin death at a high cost, that's nina ross hangin
Killing people comes with a high price
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses
A playful way of saying hello to a woman
Bow down and kiss this pistola
Respect me or else face the consequences of my gun
Run up wit ya gun up and get done up
Attacking me with a gun will result in your death
I'm one up, from sun down to sun up I ain't givin none up
I remain undefeated and unstoppable
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: SPIDER, FLOSS P, S. THOMAS
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