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The Coup Album


Genocide & Juice (10/13/1994)
10/13/1994
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Hey how you do
And if you don't already know about my partner
Let me introduce you to the nappy headed crew
The coup boots e roc and pam the funkstress,
Damn these motherfuckas jam
Bopping in the ninety-four to slide into 95

Riding like so
And if you aint already know
Act like i told you punk
This is the foundation of funk

But before i let them loose
Don't worry pass me some of that genocide and juice

. . .


Well now, haha, what have we here?

C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it

It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
So i slid my beenie on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a collection
I got game like i read the directions
I'm wishing that i had an automobile
As i feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that i am a hustler for real
So you know i got the stolen bus pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
I see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
Pay my respects, can you ring the bell we came to my stop
The street light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign, it turns round
Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW
Which reflects off the fact that I'm broke, now what the fuck is new
I need loot I sweat the motherfucka in the tweed suit
I'm in his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
Eased up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't wanna fuck up the come up so I
Smile with my eyes say, hey, how it's hanging, guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
Damn this motherfucka had hell of Andrew Jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
Used to call em fat cats.
I just call them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto
Master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun, but you already know
Ain't no need to get down, shit, i'm already low

C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it

My footsteps echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my stomach growling
Step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doin' dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like murder
Damn the shit I do for a free hamburger
[girl] "Well, you got my number you gon' call me tonite?"
It depends, is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry" I'm just kidding, I'ma call you, even write you love letters
"it's all good" Thanks for the burgers, emm, hook me up with a Dr. Pepper
"Thats cool you want some ice?"
Yeah, and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) "Damn, my manager is coming play it off okay
have a nice day!" I'm up outta here, anyway
I use peoples before they use me
Cause you can get got by an uzi
Over an oz, thats what an og told me
Gots to find some place warm and cozy
To eat the vittles that I just got
Came to an underground parking lot
This place is good as any, fuck it is all good
Walked in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood
Ate my burger, threw back my cola
Somebody said "Hey", it was a rented pig, I thought it was a roller
"Want me to call the cops?" I dont want them to see me
Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a lamboughini
It was rollses, Ferraris and Jags by the dozen
A building door opened, damn it was my cousin
Getting offa work, dressed up no lie
Tux, cummerbund and a blackbow tie
I was like Hey - "Who is it" - me -
"Oh whats up man I just quit this company
They hella racist and the pay was too low"
I said arite, what was up in there though
"A party with rich motherfuckas I dont know the situation
I know they got cabbage owning corporations
IBM, Chryslers and shit is what they said"
Just then a light bulb went off in my head
They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Gimme your tux and I'll do some pocket swindling
Fit the change in the bathroom and I freeze off my nuts
lets take a short break while i get into this tux

Alright, I'm ready

Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it

Fresh dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up, silver tray in my hand
May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?
My eyes shoots round the room there and here
Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow Copacabana
And a strong ass scent of stogies from Havana
What no place where a brother might been
Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
Alright then, let's begin this
Nights like this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix
Noticed several different cliques, talking, giggling and shit
Well, one motherfucka gave me twits and everybody else jacking it, throttling
Found out later he own coca cola bottling
Talking to a black man
Who's he confused we looking hella bourgie
Ass all tight and seditty recognized him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black man like Frank Nitty
Mr. Coke said to Mr. Mayor
"You know we got a process like Ice T's hair
We put up the funds for your election campaign
And, oh, um, waiter, can you bring the champagne
A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
To make some condos out of low income housing
Immediately we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
Harass and beat everbody till they look inebriated
When we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson
My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum"
That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo
Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy
Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how deep shit can get
It reads macaroni on my birth certificate
Poontang is my middle name but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled only knowing half the game

Shit, how the fuck I get up out this place

. . .


Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon

Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears throat*)
Here we go

Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
when my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a pimp

*chorus*

That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure

Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the straws?
But the hoes dont choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp

*Chorus*

Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were just leaving...

And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see

*Chorus*

Well how did you like that then?
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking shit
Yeah we are taking all these
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these

. . .


come up come up man
come up come up man
come up come up man

Get it up, i mean give it up fool

Now give me those minerals and those jewels
because its me the e o v atech and i'm back with this jacket
getting up on some products that i'm lacking

well i'm that other ruthless type of brother
oh you ain't heard about my antics
well i ran clicks through history
that left the u.s. frantic
get us all romantic
before they fucked us trying to hand trick
with a gloc fore they bust us

four hundred years ago, fool, where is my gold?,
the year is 94 black folks ain't taking it no more
be on the rise, the coup is not the bad guys
you know, taking it from the rich, giving it back to the poor

so yo put those dividends down on the floor and get real
i cant feed my family with a happy meal
to the rescue but not long ranger with the lasso
i got the 9mm pointed at your asshole

yo so mr. ibm
give it up smooth
cos this time more than your bowels gonna move
see it's a family thing
so don't even trip
my cousin j.d. got the nine
and my mama got the extra clip
so please oh please oh please give me them nikes and free cheese
and, while you're on them knees, break me off for my gees
cos

we are taking these if you please, cheerio
we are taking these if you don't please, check it out
we are taking these if you please, cheerio
we are taking these if you don't please, check it out

knock knock motherfucka let me in
i just wanna kick it in your big ass den
and if you don't like it take two to the chin
and show me to the kitchen cos my kids are getting thin

i don't have to talk shit about packing a gat in fact
you could get fucked by any other motherfucker
where i live at
hear that money here is crystal clear punk
fuck that fiscal year junk
meet the pistol gripped punk

pistol gripped punk, meet mr, rockefeller
we gonna take em out do em like ole yella
it's been too damn long this proper day mutual
that's why today it won't be business as usual

call me the repo man
i'm a make it equal and
i'm get you if yo play my little sequel can
i know you'r down with the klan
but you must understand
you did the crime
so now it's time to put this 9 in my hand

so put the money in the bag and 86 the tricks
don't forget to add grits with those afro picks
and free licks flowing fast
cos i ain't living fat
boots, you got my back? where the fuck you at?

i'm getting ammunition out the pinto hatchback
refer to this as operation snatchback
'cause i got the bullets and the hollow tips to distribute equally
so who's the niggas, thugs, and pimps you mention frequently?
take me with frequency
now i know you got mail
and if my gloc fails
take a sip of this molotov cocktail
oh is that your rolls royce?
come off up them keys cos we are taking these
even if you don't please

We are taking these if you please, cheerio
We are taking these if you don't please, check it out
We are taking these if you please, cheerio
We are taking these if you don't please, check it out

how does it feel when you got no food?
take out the supermarkets so the people wouldn't feel the move
how does it feel when you got no cash?
tell me how you think it feel when your pockets singing make it last

I choose to rock the boat instead of rock the vote
we threw the mayor's body in the bay
to see if it would sink or float.
you try to be the mac to me, you can't, we got agility
we taking factories, production plants, and all facilities

We got a gang of motherfuckas who done eat their wheaties
no peace treaties, you swimming in your own feces
screwed us, now you're through with us and don't need us
Should have used a rubber cos this shit developed like a fetus

16 carloads packed full of chicken
i'm riding shotgun and my trigger finger's itching
this shit is real, we got the info meal
it's to drop it off at the spot at 23rd and foothill

i give a fuck if you the army, navy, or marines
ain't nothing to lose cuz we broke but packing uzi magazines
I see the po-po with the trigger and flip the birdies 6 feet in the dirt
cos I guess he hadn't heard that

We are taking these if you please, cheerio
We are taking these if you don't please, check it out
We are taking these if you please, cheerio
We are taking these if you don't please

. . .


i get it done
make it one make it two make it three
right before it happens
make it four make it five make it 6, 7, 8, 9, ten
come on motherfucka we can do it again
repeat

See i aint never had shit
but my strife and my game and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
for them whose black folks ever came to here
to steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
how many days can i stretch this box of grits
shit never quits im a brother
pitching fits or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,
yo give up the hustle.
I know the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but this serious game
while they got billions in the bank
we just got money on the deck
and when we got fresh rims we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to uplift a california living
but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
skank you motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my pockets
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya
even though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quit you gots to deal with it

well i dealed for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed a tears
and its clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college

and the knowledge no longer will i waste my time
the chrome was stuck in my ear
but im stuck to the ground
im steady mobbing

back to the police station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking
no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme

chorus

i heard recognized game when its in your face
im spitting the game so close to you
you could feel the wet trace
if everybody in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me

200thousand brothers watching one mind one place to go
aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its quicker round the niggerroe
just wanna get rich the rigamole i been here before

a typical ho aint really no different
except that she would know that can't no prostitute
can become a pimp up in this system
it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
but aint no twist up in this cemetery plot

since nineteen fiftyfour
i's been hustling for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is getting steep
im getting ill ready to kill
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill

now its six in the morning
i stride to the ride
as i glide down the street
i cant get to park cos my gas is kissing heat
im not yet free
but you dont hear me though
unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window

now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle down
listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street

through the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench or piss or stale pussy in your window
i ask when those stores get closed down
a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town

no proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof
analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth they started with nothing
robbed and ganked and killed
aint no po folks getting rich
less some caps is getting picked

except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their
token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous
front page of the magazine but that's a known
trick tell them suck their own dick
im hip to the skeme
my fist will bring up the whole clique

chorus

. . .


come on let's go
put this under your belt

I be having homicide running through my mind
Don't know what's up with me
Shit fuck with me all the time

Eating at my spine
Motherfucka in my prime
How you gonna get yours
when you're too busy getting mine

Now look is this murderous criminal
coming through
if you think it's eroc then the subliminals
is working on you
there's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
cant come straight from fudge
I got a bloody grudge

Dead bodies lying all around me
but the real murderers aint never got no bounty
count it coroners as we sitting as statistics
with this ass if you think this
blast is coming from my residential district

There's something that I think you should know
its the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside O
peep my flow creep by slow
see all my folks is broke
survival for the cautious and the low
get a whiff and smell my gunsmoke

chorus

Im getting white hairs
from the nightmares everynight
cos somebody's got a contract
on my life
im in a gang that's in an all out war
they drop me in when
they knife my umbilical cord

so it begins with a slap on the ass
now you in in the workin class, trick
you here so fast we already made your casket
while its got one buck
so the phrase gunshot
gets hella tide
cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried

skeletons deep down in the ocean
cos them slave ships had that three stop motion
coasting down fulton on the mississippi river
burning crosses and
motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga

it all started when we start producing scratch
some of my homies got no legs attached
without no food up in the fridge
you aint go never have peace
cos with a trigger
you can finger fuck without no grease

chorus
Off to the war
Off to the war
Off to the war
Off to the war

I say fuck the whole judge and the jury
my mind got delirous
my eyes got blurry
had my uncle strapped to the chair
hands oxtied
breathing in gas
breathing out carbon monoxide

whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel
cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial
make the ghetto concentration camps every mile
so march your ass through the gas chambers single file

whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv?
my peoples die of starvation and TB
see me with an angry face and a beanie
cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy

its what ive been through
im like sinecue
what i got you got to get it put it in you

the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
show em we aint no joke
let them choke off the gunsmoke

chorus

. . .


This ones a girl lets name her pam
This ones a girl lets name her pam
pam cos the wrecker
yall better recognize this is dope enough
yall beter recognzie this be dope enough to make you holler
promise me to stop
promise me to stop and step
not
not as smooth with it so
not as smooth with it so what can you do with it

. . .


Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you .
crying to the beat of the words project complex.
looking out his window(get it together)
wondering if he is now the owner of a complex
living in the projects
yeah well er um mama's living on welfare
and she aint been living well
and that for damn sure aint fair
that's 360 degrees of poverty(get it together).
baby boy with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
realizing living in a society with a bunch of menaces
cant be all damn bad when labelled a menace to society
well shit he fit right in looking at you like youre mad (get it together)
cos you talking out your butt wah wahwahwah
just say no to drugs but say yes to what?
baby boy(get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
thinks he's a man now
cos he now has a baby boy(get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
crying to the same beat of the words project complex
looking out his window wondering am i not the owner of a complex
living in the projects
you see what goes around comes back around
and oh goddamn here it come now

. . .


Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
And oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
Crying to the beat of the words project complex.
Looking out his window (get it together)
Wondering if he is now the owner of a complex
Living in the projects
Yeah, well, er um, mama's living on welfare
And she aint been living well
And that for damn sure aint fair
That's 360 degrees of poverty
(get it together)
Baby boy with big brown eyes
And oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
Realizing living in a society with a bunch of menaces
Can't be all damn bad when labelled a menace to society
Well shit, he fit right in
Looking at you like youre mad (get it together)
Cos you talking out your butt, wah wahwahwah
Just say no to drugs, but say yes to what?
Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
And oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
Thinks he's a man now
Cos he now has a baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
And oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
Crying to the same beat of the worlds project complex
Looking out his window wondering am I not the owner of a complex
Living in the projects
You see what goes around comes back around
And oh goddamn here it come now

. . .


While growing up in the ghetto
My time went fast
see I be stealing from the grown ups
running from the tasks
as i dash through the grass everyday
skipping class
my daddy dont be tripping
so you can kiss my ass
pass the doogie doobie lefthand side
only nine years old getting high getting high
I wonder why my teacher's sweating me
I did my history It dont relate to me
my gpa 1.3
see i remember places the names streets dates
anybody rolling with stolen license plates
but if that faked out of date shit
wasnt in my way
ask me anything or where im from
i bet i get an A minus
in fact i am the finest
counting male faster than you can say your highness
dont combat me with dryness
cos i know the definition of any slang word
so what's that synonym you're wishing?
I want to be a lawyer
accused of a liar like LaToya
so im dropping the fourth grade
slinging lemonade
I am my own keeper
a young o'erachiever
ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver
now I lay me down to sleep
cos i cant eat my noodles right
dead bodies every other night

we fucking up the appetite
tragedy is an everyday thing
put on a video game sit some time
if i can stand the pain
give me the knowledge from the street
now watch me learn it
I went to get a job
but too young for a work permit
dont come my way (fool)
I might just have to gack
they say we growing up fast
but we just dying faster

chorus
always dropping the good or villain cop
slam the child on the hard concrete
repeat


Well it's June 17th
it couldnt have came to me no quicker
11 years old
my chest a little thicker
how you figger
my life is gonna be bigger and better
when that path im rolling on
is similar to that crooked letter
once i get a better view
to check out that avenue
its drug infested
planted there just for me to be tested
on the hard concrete
now it's three years later
came for me literally
caught me up stacking that refrigerator
ator
catching shirley down the block
in the bucket
she stepped to the back
that's when i stuck it fuck it
my first piece of butt
it was just my luck
cause nine months later
at my door she showed up
damn I was stuck
reminiscing in my seat
I just turned sixteen but to me
it's not sweet
no edumaction
this combination of ghetto life
is a straine pass the ben gay cream
Eighteen looking as old as Don King
The indo in my brain
keep asking my
how many years is it until my life expectancy
well let's see
another three done take away
and now the hustling games a part of me
everyday
my life is on the line
fool you can catch my fist
cos any other place
can be a better place than this
im now dismissed
my body hit the concrete
the bullet had no name
as it was introduced to me
the next morning
headline front page
young man shot cos of death of age

Try to rise above it all
or drown in ...


chorus


man this is really something repeat

. . .


Geah...

Spice 1:
Stepping up out of my cell with santos and county blues
Handcuffs and shackles, gonna ride up on that grey goose
Coming out of a case cos, I was strapped with my nine
They see these drawers, that im wearing, muthafuckas, ain't mine, nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that mista
Niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch, some niggas are scared to here
Fool, I'm with it
So phone check, nigga, get the fuck off the line
Before I stick your ass in here and have to do some more time, player
Want to give me the strap, cos I was strapped with a glock
I guess, I got to sit my black ass right there and get shot, see (fool)
But fool, it ain't no going out
See, I keep scoring clout and show these niggas, what im all about
See, niggas screaming from cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a party in hell at Santa Rita County Jail

E-Roc:
Everytime I turn around, everytime I look
Im considered to be a murderer a crook
Ali shook the world, I'm gonna shake my homies hand
Three in the morning dressed in blue once again
My size ten rest upon the concrete floor
Heads bob real slow to a freestyle flow
I dont know, this masterplan can't understand
Why there's more black folks in jail than japenese in japan
But err, my eyes pink, sitting upon that bunk
Thinking about them tickets, choking up on that funk chunk
Witcha a snicker from my commisary bank
Sunday monday came fool im out this home change
But it makes me think the systems treating us like a merry-go-round
One day you're chilling at home the next you headed down
Sam, peace to my hounds in the county in the pen
Once again, it's a Santa Rita weekend

Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row

Geah...

Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row

Geah...

E-40:
Seven zero seven
Case motherfucking number two eleven
Stressing manifestin tore up from the floor penelope's gots me on the floor
Accused of robbing a store who you know, nigga
Naybody? Besides which I refuse to answer any questions
Without the advisory of my lawyer Mr. Baker
Perming? of this wall and make let me go po po, I'm innocent mistaken, right
Suppose all blacks look alike
Thank you kindly sir you need to practice your professional better
Never run up on me again
Bust a pattern be off into the wind
Back up off me, beyatch
Just the other day my cronies shot me up high
We warn you baby boy, you becoming hella tight
Clayback back a building up there by Dreno
Rita, Quentin, also Gino

Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row

Boots:
Nah man, I didn't want the chorus right here
I wanna throw that right down there
You know, that bassline

Geah...

It's like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales
It dont mean shit when you'r sitting in the county jail
Is it my turn to tell the tale of how i got popped
And how my lawyer failed to get me out on the slight spot
Cell block my homies give me love
Some here for having gacks, some here for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your shit and aint no second tries
Look around theres hell of motherfuckas that I recognize
Oh whats up, man, im back again but its a temporary situation
Taking weekend vacation government incaceration
I call myself working on a pay hike
They calling me working on my third strike
Sike i cant go forward
And motherfuckas cant ignore it, cos all my peoples on parole
In the pen gotta warrant so its some shit i done leaped in
Damn, another Santa Rita weekend

Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row

Geah...

Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row

Geah...
Geah...
Geah...
Geah...

. . .


[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know just who he is!
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know just who he is!

[E-Roc]
Now who's that motherfucker who rollin down my street
Every other week, jackin shit, while ya sleep
Creepin through the cuts, heartless don't give a fuck
If ya broke, "Did you pay last month's car note?"
Ohh, I be scrapin, scratchin for bones
I got the cellular phone I just picked up on loans
Keepin up with them Jones put my ass in debt
Now who's the motherfucker tryin to take my shit?
It's the Repo Man, addin interest rates
He's got "BREAK-YO'SELF" on his license plate
He took my color TV, the dining room set
The microwave, my daddy's Corvette
If you in debt, he's gon' get yo' ass for somethin
I heard - it's No Future in Yo' Frontin
So let it be known, black folks don't own
They just give us this shit on loan!

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rolling through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
It's the Repo Man
It's the Repo Man
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
It's the Repo Man
God damn, it's the Repo Man

[Boots]
Seen him slidin through the town about eleven o'clock
A 1994 850 and the tires were stock
He'll make a visit to your house like without no knock
And if you pulls out a pole it wouldn't be no shock
I gives a fuck how much you bench press, if you ain't pushin up
That twenty-five percent interest, your property gets chin checked
Reposessed, now your ride is at the shoe department, dressed for less
He gives a fuck if youse a mobber with three toddlers and a infant
He'll take the TV and the carpet in the living room that's stain resistant
It's like living in the house wit yo' daddy pearchin nice
You can own a chair, but it's still Pop's merchandise
And ain't no gettin up and movin outside
The Repo Man got clientele worldwide
But trip on this, when you think you step ahead
Cause most likely, you one paycheck ahead
Of the Repo Man

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Y'all know it's the Repo Man
It's the Repo Man!
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
It's that Repo Man
God DAMN it's the Repo Man

[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?

. . .


Boots:
I ain't seen shit, I ain't heard (nothing)
I dont know what happen, I dont speak pig latin
I am a motherfucking true when its us against you, so
Fuck Starski, Hutch and Inspector Clouseau
I was taught, don't rely on pigs for protection
Shit, I try not to even ask 'em for directions
You're in the wrong section of the hood for a crime to be inspected
Got this block infected
You could get ejected, expect it
Ain't no love, if you're the fuzz, I mean, the fizz, I mean
My daddy told me, who you was, I mean the wiz, I mean, you can't win
Ease on down the road, we got a don't-talk-to-cops-code
I won't fold, working for the man with the electric chair
Thats why I never watched roberta and I hated huggie bear
Even scooby doo snitched with that hippy ass van
But me I know the scoop I know the plan
Ask me no questions I tell you no lies
You know the deal the real criminals who dressed in suit and ties
Who holds the wealth you do more damage than health
So for me and my folks we finna just do for self

E-Roc:
I don't know shit about them stolen goods
You want peace motherfucker, raise up out tha hood
I think you should, no one is all I'm gonna say
To get that 411 you better go ask Mary J.
E-Roc do not play when there's pigs in town, clown
Tryin' looking up encyclopedia brown
That's when he frown, asking who's selling herb
I got disturbed, fool, I'm not your mocking bird
The only words coming out of my mouth is a lyrical thang
So please back tha fuck up off my screen, tho
Since I was four you was known to be the enemy
Like rintintin you only give a shit for me
The community took four steps higher
86ing motherfuckas working for the suppliers
So sayonara, before you catch a cap in your ass
No more questions in here, so don't ask
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood

*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*

Osagyefo:
Well all the tattletalers and undercover dwellers
They are here to be placed into helicopter propellers
And the narcotic snatched up by the seat of his pants
His face was driven into a hill of army ants
The man had the murder for his benz and his face
I never saw the assailant he vanished through the mists
"you know the faces and names all your stories are polluted
Tell me the truth before I have you electrocuted"
Attempting on my person wouldn't be the wise thing
In your thoughts you have fear of my peoples uprisings
The masses rebel your aircraft propels
A cop was shot seven rounds were expelled
Went straight right to hell just for being a fascist
Burned uniforms and piles of human ashes
"Your making this difficult so for being a bastard
I'll have you charged for murderer and resisting arrest"
I never did resist, you're telling 4 smiths
He's swung with the sticks so I made a spinal column twist
One came with a body blow to osaygefo and
He struck my abdominals and fractured his hand
Rebels away through the twigs blasted their wigs
And there you will find a red ocean of pigs
Stay away from my zone where it starts and it ends
That's how we murder policemen upon planet 10

Point Blank Range:
Step into this 8 by 10 im getting nervous
You feel me point blank yo I feel the coppers came to serve us
But now here he comes stepping through the fucking dough
And we dont know who smoked that motherfucking cop at the liquor store
But now you creep through the hood looking for a clue
But your bob head twice with the point blank crew
Running up my bumper for late registration
Taking me to that station for interrogation
And I guess I'm just supposed to just let my tongue run
Asking me shit that would get my mother hung
But where im from up in my hood the shit won't raise
If a brother is constantly tripping that would be his ass
But now you wanna creep up on me and threaten me with time
While you got the billy club pointed at my spine
With things nowadays aint the same like they used to be
Doing time for contempt aint new to me
I never feared going down with my whole damn crew
Only thing that I fear is ever fucking with you
Well I too took a beating from the boys in blue
And all cops watched like a pay per view
And unless you're referring to this incident
We don't know nothing and we ain't seen shit

*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*
You want peace motherfucka, raise up out the hood
*get it*

. . .


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