The Coup

The Coup - Fat Cats Bigga Fish songtekst

Je score:

chorus
 c-c-c-come with it
 get down get down get down 2ce
 repeat
 It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
 so i slid my beenie hat 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 as it turns round
 which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
 which reflects off the fact that i am broke
 now what the fuck is new
 i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
 in the tweed suit
 and i'm on 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 on
 so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
 bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
 damn this motherfucka had a hella 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 aint 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 wont stop no bullets
 story just begun but you already know
 aint no need to get down shit i'm already low
 chorus
 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 somach growling
 step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
 i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
 link up 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 gonna call me tonite"
 it depends is them burgers attached to a price
 "sorry sorry"
 im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
 "it's all good"
 thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
 (girl)thats cool you want some ice
 yeah and some fries will be hella nice
 (girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
 im up outta here anyway
 i use peoples before they use me
 cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
 thats what an og told me
 gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just
 got
 came to an underground parking lot
 this place is good as any fuck its 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 cummerband 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 seeing"
 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
 grunt zipp
 alright i'm ready
 chorus
 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 mam
 my eyes shoots round the room there and here
 noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
 background barry manilow copacobana
 and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
 what no place where a brother might been
 snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
 allrite then lets begin this
 nights like this is good for business
 five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
 talking giggling and shit
 well one mother fucka gave me twits
 and everbody else jacking it throttling
 found out later you know coca cola bottling
 talking to a black man who he's confused
 we looking hella bourgie
 ass all tight and seditty
 recognzed 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 fund 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
 harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
 when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
 dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
 my man that owns marlboros
 donated a fat sum
 thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
 sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
 aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
 aint 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 cant hang
 i'm getting hustled
 only knowing half the game
 shit how the fuck do i get out of this place
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Wild Pitch Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

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