You keep it on the low
Won't let the law get to it
You gotta let 'em know
We'll find the West Coast and lose it
What's the next move honey
Make the call
How we gonna run with the money
After I break his jaw
I'll dot his eyes and cross his t's
For tryin' to steal my light from me
A broken bottle in my hand
A broken bottle in my hand, oh Lord
You keep it on the low
Won't let the law get to it
You gotta let 'em know
We'll find the West Coast and lose it
I hear the sirens coming
Make the call
Is he gonna cry like a woman
After I break his jaw
I'll dot his eyes and cross his t's
For tryin' to steal my light from me
And get my point across his face
Broken glass now just in case
A broken bottle in my hand
A broken bottle in my hand, oh Lord
