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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Coup
The Coup
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Davis
Eric Davis
Songwriter
Raymond Riley
Raymond Riley
Songwriter

Lyrics

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 "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 "That's cool you want some ice?" Yeah, and some fries will be hella nice "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, that's 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 don't 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 don't 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 everybody 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
Writer(s): E. Davis, R. Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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