A Very British Coup

Socialists (like the fictional Harry Perkins) believe in promoting social change through the democratic system, whereas communism is opposed to democracy. Perkins is only referred to in the film as "communist" by some of those who oppose him, and the actual quote in the film is "Harry Perkins from Sheffield, steel worker and third generation socialist" When Harry Perkins, a third-generation socialist, becomes Britain's Prime Minister, he sends shockwaves through the government, both at home and abroad. Nuclear disarmament and open government are just two of the things he wants to accomplish. US interests combine with the old boys network to try and defeat Perkins with spies, tabloids, tapes: quiet, behind-the-scenes tools to accomplish a very British coup.

Cast

• Ray McAnally
• Marjorie Yates
• Jim Carter
• Geoffrey Beevers
• Roger Brierley
• Hugh Martin
• Keith Allen
• Oliver Ford Davies
• Bernard Kay
• Alan MacNaughton
• Tim McInnerny
• Christine Kavanagh
• David McKail
• Shane Rimmer
• Philip O'Brien
• Oscar Quitak

• Season 1
• Episode 1: (#1.1)
  UK:19 June 1988...
• Episode 2: (#1.2)
  UK:26 June 1988...
• Episode 3: (#1.3)
  The Cabinet - Harry Perkins: In South America, they'd call this a coup d'état.::The Public Servants ...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wear Clean Draws - Coup
• Fo Da Money - Coup
• We Are The Ones - Coup
• Underdog - Coup
• U. C. P. A. S. - Coup
• Tight - Coup
• Thought About It 2 - Coup
• This One's A Girl - Coup
• The Shipment - Coup
• The Name Game - Coup
• The Liberation Of Lonzo Williams - Coup
• Takin These - Coup
• Streets Of Oakland - Coup
• Sneakin' In - Coup
• Shoyoass - Coup
• Ride The Fence - Coup
• Repo Man - Coup
• Piss On Your Grave - Coup
• Pimps - Coup
• Nowalaters - Coup
• Not Yet Free - Coup
• Mindfuck - Coup
• Me And Jesus The Pimp In A '79 Granada Last Night - Coup
• Lazymuthafucka - Coup
• Last Blunt - Coup
• Kill My Landlord - Coup
• Intro - Coup
• Interrogation - Coup
• I Love Boosters! - Coup
• I Know You - Coup
• I Ain't The Nigga - Coup
• Hip 2 Tha Skeme - Coup
• Fixation - Coup
• Fat Cats, Bigga Fish - Coup
• Heven Tonite - Coup
• Head (Of State) - Coup
• Hard Concrete - Coup
• Gunsmoke - Coup
• Ghetto Manifesto - Coup
• Funk (Remix) - Coup
• Funk - Coup
• Fuck A Perm (Extended Version) - Coup
• Fuck A Perm - Coup
• Foul Play - Coup
• Everything - Coup
• Everythang - Coup
• Drug Warz - Coup
• Dig It - Coup
• Cars And Shoes - Coup
• Busterismology - Coup
• Bullets And Love - Coup
• Breathing Apparatus - Coup
• Babylet'shaveababybeforebushdosomethin'crazy - Coup
• Ass-Breath Killers - Coup
• 5 Million Ways To Kill A C.E.O. - Coup
• 20,000 Gun Salute - Coup
• The Coup - Coup
• Santa Rita Weekend - Coup
• Get Up - Coup
• My Favorite Mutiny - Coup
• Pork And Beef - Coup
• U.C.P.A.S. - Coup
• Ijustwannalayaroundalldayinbedwithyou - Coup
• Land Of 7 Billion Dances - Coup
• This Year - Coup
• 360 Degrees - Coup
• The Guillotine - Coup
• Captain Sterling's Little Problem - Coup
• Tiffany Hall - Coup
• My Murder My Love - Coup
• Swervin' - Coup
• Wavip - Coup
• Get That Monkey Off Your Back - Coup
• The Stand - Coup
• Your Parents' Cocaine - Coup
• Coup - Coup

You know you're my cookie baby and you're too smart
I can see it in the lines of your school art
True heart
I mean courage
Expressed with care
Go on draw them superheroes with the curly hair
You're my daughter
My love
More than kin to me
This for you and the woman that you finna be
Tell that boy he's wrong
Girls are strong
Next time at show and tell play him our song
Tell your teacher I said princesses are evil
How they got all they money was they killed people
If somebody hits you
Hit 'em back
Then negotiate a peace contract
Life if a challenge and you gotta team up
If you play house pretend that the man clean up
You too busy with the other things you gotta do
If you start something, now
Remember, follow through
Later on you gon' blossom like a lotus
You'll get into boys and the boys gon' notice
It don't matter who you do it with
Just remember when I tell you baby you the shit
Handshakes are promises
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash you hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal
And also
*Chorus*
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(oh yeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)
My boogie baby now
The world ain't no fairy tale
And it's ran by some rich white scary males
To make it simple for you let's call 'em the bosses
They take money while the people take losses
Stole Black folds from Africa
To work for free
And we still barely get paid enough to eat
That's what I told you
I be saying in my vocals
That's why the woman got the gun on the logo
The star is the future
That we gon' create
Where nobody steal money from the things we make
The revolution takes time and space
But you as a woman gotta know you're place
That's in the front baby
I'm being blunt baby
If the get mad say it's they time of the month baby
Your face is just like the sun when it raises
Thank you for adding beauty to my phrases
Handshakes are promises
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash your hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal
And also
*Chorus*
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(oh yeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands

[Boots]
Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh
Tell me somethin
Were you, about to make a decision?
Was it, one of... THOSE decisions?
Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between
what's good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle
Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a lil' story
E-Roc, kick it
[E-Roc]
Pressure, is gettin to my dome
See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy
Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation
Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation
FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that it's all wrong
I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on
Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep
Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep
down the street the corner sto', was on my mind
Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind
I turned around but befo' I could pull my trigger
in they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga
I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy
But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money
*chorus*
M-O-N, N-E-Y (repeat 2X)
Broke as a; broke as a sucka!
(repeat all 4X)
[E-Roc]
Back on the streets I thought I wouldn't survive
So I'm bustin my ass on this nine to five
Flippin patties all day when the place is hot
Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop
Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real
can I feed my family off of a Happy Meal?
I had to stop cause this shit ain't for E-Roc
I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks
For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat
My cash is flowin, now I'm bringin home the meat
I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend
Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean?
People trip, but they don't understand that
a devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man
Now it's a shame, but who's to blame?
I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money
*chorus*
[E-Roc]
I remember the time when I was six
The American Dream was everybody gets, rich
But yo, a fact for all to know
Four hundred years has passed, and we still po'
He ain't my Uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin about
If you wanna get paid, sell your people out
But not me I'd rather do a crime
Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?
To the red white and blue I don't give a fuck
Because I live and die, just to make a buck
So I'm that mother-fucker
That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter
And I'm that fool
that sold his kids cocaine at school
But Jack's an attorney
So I'ma do what I do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin...
*gun shots*
[Boots]
I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday
So, die hustlin for yourself
or die hustlin for millions of your people
The choice is yours, choose your fate
You can get with this, or you can get with that
We out

(Check it out now)
[Chorus]
We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(Check it out now)
[Chorus]
[Boots]
Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment froze
And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe; you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Boots]
In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street CEO
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison, which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Interlude - repeat 8X]
Get your work up! Get your work up!
[Boots]
We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands they can't sanitize
We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)

(chorus)
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check one two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
*repeat chorus*
I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
*chorus*
There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"
Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
*chorus*
You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent
And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you

[Boots]
We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music!
* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I shot the sherriff" *
F.T.S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do?
F.T.S., Coup
Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)
Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit
They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I'll kick back, and live life immaculate (you say)
[Vexx]
Exchange data, no contact, no matta
Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God sent
The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope shit
All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set some shit straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors
Who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide
Almost and damn near, genocide
We all need to check our soul inside
Have you ever seen a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks doin a driveby
Or a bomber droppin napalm from way high?
We long live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole world's about to bow man, that ain't no lie
You betta find yo'self befo' yo'self takes all your time
[Boots]
One mo' gen now
Chorus
[Clap]
Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
A cop to me.. could burn in hell
We re-bel.. we don't swell like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and
Shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery
Deliberately slippery when wet
You moist yet? You check out
The hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's slippin
The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you
So god damn krunk, bang that wild shit; read:
God damn bump, ransom stylist, thick
Rich like 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition mission
Free the land Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..
[Boots]
Hah.. bring it back now
Chorus
[Boots]
Can you feel it? I can feel it
Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher
It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature
Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver
I'm rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva
The emperor, that motherfucker's .. ass naked
We'll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit
It's not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin
There's police on the horizon, they been there all along
They just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
The peace they gotta make the bosses money increase
You never seen the police break up a strike
By hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe
And you ain't never gon' see one
But when we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker
Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers
Chorus
F.T.S., The Coup

Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in your flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in you flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in your flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in you flow tonight

Have you thought about it too?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too
You do have a way out baby
And together we can breath free air
Have you thought about it too?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too
I know they wanna isolate you
(yeah)
Give you nothing to relate to
(yeah)
We're gonna have to break this whole mother fucker down
So loneliness
Don't let it overtake you
When you feel so all alone

This ones a girl lets name her pam.(2ce)
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 as smooth with it so

Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)
It ain't Indonesia, China White
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
Take my shit we gon' have to fight
I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right
[Boots]
I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight
Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
You salivate at the sound of the bell
I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail
When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin', "Gimme all the loot!"
Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute
Chillin' in a house of ill repute
But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin'
Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians!
This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo'
and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do'
Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render
And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic
This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted
Come and get some, if you ain't got it
Chorus
[Boots]
Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea
cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P
I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish
If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos
Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus
Made the rulin' class hate us more than child sup-port payments
to Rosemary's Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!!
Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, "It's all gravy!"
See you can't trust a big grip and a smile
And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style
Now there's a rumble in the jungle never mumble though I humble
Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble
Who's pimpin', your bundle? I'm _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle
If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble
Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make
And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great
If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate
You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate
Don't get frustrated, discombobulated
Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it!
Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches
Overturned garbage cans wit' no Oscar the Grouches
Makin' money sellin plastic pouches
As Mystikal would say, "My flo' is covered wit' roaches!"
Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it
The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it!
Chorus
[Bridge]
Systematic playa-hation
Green paper complications
Got my ass an education
Can I get an application??
[Boots]
Pam the Funkstress
* Pam cuts n scratches Prince: "Thank you for a funky time.." *
[Boots]
It's kinda funky..

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

1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I don't mean the fader
Face of zits but gettin grits with black steel firesticks
Drama buildin Empire somethin like Darth Vader
Now Lonzo was armed with nuttin but a mean mug
(But tucked a forty-five, with forty-five slugs)
He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug
(Treatin his sisters like a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug
Breakdown shakedown, this brother would take a pound
of some soon to be cake grounds, and then go make rounds
Firearms protectin wads of gorgeous greens
Paper stacks of paid tax off of broken dreams
At puberty his liberty was found within a key
Rocks were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be free
Here's a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, where's yours?
There's no key to the door, but there's money on the floor
(So stoop down) Bend over (hurry pick it up fast)
But watch out, Lonzo -- YOU'LL GET FUCKED IN THE ASS
"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
"Do, do, you know dis kid?"
LONZO!
(repeat 4X)
LONZO!
Knock knock (who is it?) time to visit but it's two years later
Cause Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got some fat he's got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
He's got respect and he suspects that it won't end
A couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair)
But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, Lonzo's there
Dying brains, dying bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, dead presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei francoise (I don't speak it but I know it)
It's all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shit
We were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivals
Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists up can't survive and not be ruthless
(So why be straight, and scratch the bones
And a cellular phone, somebody's sittin on the throne
Cause they don't let, black folks own)
THEY JUST GIVE US THIS SHIT ON LOAN, KICK IT
"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
"Do, do, you know dis kid?"
LONZO!
(repeat 4X)
LONZO!
Ahahaha, what was I finished saying?
(Aww yeah Lonzo's back in the County man)
Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee aight?
(Madge says that Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk junk
makes you feel like you took a test and flunked
(But don't get disturbed or perturbed; the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades with a downhill curve)
Told Lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, predict it
We got a way to lick it, gave him a book, said, "Here's the ticket"
(Now he's addicted) to learnin how we been afflicted
And what distributin that shit did
I made a quick bid to say, "Don't trip kid
You never worked for the mob" (You had a government job)
Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight
(Plus he been out of jail about a year ago last night)
Now he hangs with us poor revolutionary brothers
And five-oh, more than ever wants to fuck us
Just cause we know the road to riches is crooked and narrow
WE'LL GET MORE POWER FROM A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN BARRELS
"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
"Do, do, you know dis kid?"

Come up come up man repeat
Get it up, i mean give it up fool,
Now give me those minerals and those jewels
Because it's me the e o v atech and im back with this jacket
Getting up on some products that im lacking
Well im that other goofless type of brother
Oh you aint heard about my antique shit
I ran clique for mr b
They left the us frantic
Get us all romantic
Before they fucked us trying to hand trick
With a glock fore they bust us
Four hundred years ago fool where is my gold?,
The year is 94 black folks aint 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 your two faced ass on the floor and get real
I can't feed my family with a happy meal
To the rescue but not long ranger with the lass
So i got the 9mm pointed at your ass
Yo so mr ibm
Give it up smooth
Cos this time all of your bowels gonna move
See it's a family thing
so don't even trip
My cousin jetty 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 your on them knees break me off of my gees
Chorus
We are taking these if you please
Cheerio
We are taking these if you don't please
Check it out
Repeat
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 gack 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
Its been too damn long this proper day mutual
That's why today it wont be business as usual
Call me the repo man
Im a make you equal and
Im get you if yo play my little sequel can
I know your 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 on that ass
Cos my ass is living fat
Boots you got my back where the fuck you at.
Im gettting ammunition out the pinto hatchback
Refer to this as operation snatchback
Because i got the bullets and the hollow tips to distribute equally
So whos the niggas thugs and pimps you mention frequently
Take me with frequency now i know you got mail
And if my glocks 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
Chorus
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
How the fuck you thank you for it when your pocket singing naked land?
I choose to rock the boat instead to rock the boat
And threw the mayors body in the bay
To see if it will sink or float.
You try to be anectomy 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 pipsqueaks you swimming in your own feces
Proved us now you are through with us and don't need us
Should i use the rubber cos this shit developing up like a fetus
16 condos packed full of chickens
I ride shot gun and my trigger finger's itching
This shit is real we got the info meal
Is to drop it of fat the spot the 20 30 cubbile
I give a fuck if you the army navy or marines
Aint seen the news cos you're bubblepacking uzi magazines
I see the po folks pull the trigger and flip the birdies 6 feet in the dirt
Cos I guess he hadn't heard that

[Ant Banks]
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this
Chorus:
Niggas in Oakland all day long
Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn
Making cash real fast and you know it's on
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
All we do is smoke that weed
And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed
And a little bit of head is all we need
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
[Ant Banks]
Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that
Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack that ass
From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash
And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it
Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it
Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and
Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland
Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close
Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost
And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya
About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California
That's where I'm from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride
Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside
Making all my fucking gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes
That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning
Kicking back getting high lounging
It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping bitches too
And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be
Then macking these hoes should be equality
See, the game goes deep when you're rolling
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
Chorus
Nighttime falls and everybody's perking
No punks around so funks occurring
But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing
In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing
And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking
Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking
Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates
Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
Blowing up like dynamite
Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white
Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets
Playing punk bitches like puppets
Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks
Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat
To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking
Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland
Chorus
[Boots - spoken]
Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
Real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we
Know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that
We don't play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and
You'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
To pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight
When we bent? Shit, see I ain't never had shit but my stripes
And my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my
Grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm

[Boots]
How we gon' get in for free?
Now, I calculate the beatin for approximated speakin
Play it at your party for intoxicated freakin
One for the motherfuckers at the par-ty
Two for the DJ's bumpin this for me
Three for the girls with the fake ID
and a pound if you snuck through the back for free
See sneakin into shit probably always been my hobby
1985, in the Henry J. lobby
Ten bones for the Fresh Fest to me was like robbery
Tennis shoes squeakin -- security tried to mob me
People screamin so loud, they lungs got broke when
$hort grabbed the mic and started yellin out, "OAKLAND!"
Not the type of brother that's hard with a death wish
but one thing that I'll die for is bein on the guest list
I'm talkin bout a pissyfit, sayin loud explicit shit
"Can't you read my name motherfucker; ain't you literate?!?!!"
I be sayin this even if it ain't legitimate
Although it ain't considerate, I get in with no scrilla spent
Caught the 57 bus to the Coliseum
Run-D.M.C. and LL, gotta see em
Negotiatin with a guard out by the trailer
Me and twenty potnahs got in for a Taylor
Later in the game shit was much more elaborate
Motherfuckers rocked the spot, with fake laminate
Show em to security, and it was like BAM!
On stage with Ice Cube at the Summer Jam
I'm not a fronter and, this ain't a cover band
I'm always givin you the really and no other than
Alameda Drive-In, didn't wanna pay a buck
Five motherfuckers layin flat, in the mini-truck
Used to sneak in to the Eastmont Cinemas
Through the exit, sometimes about ten of us
But you know, I guess it was so easy
cause they playin movies that's already on TV
Most of them flicks I can't recommend
But back then, half the fun was sneakin in
See me in the alley, but nah I ain't no crack hoe

Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now this is mo' mean than fo' fiends with glocks unloading
Scrappin' for a bag of gold rings and codeine
Whole life savings hid under the molding
Mama said, "Knock them out" and I'm quoting
You're voting which you're hoping
Will stop the guns from smoking
Is someone fucking joking?
They're bonkers in sheep's clothing
I know places where the kids keep crooking
Lacking the essential vitamins and protein
Hustlin' and hyphy are eloping
I'm the best man bustin' shots and toasting
Sippin' Grey Goose get clipped off the bird
Come Sunday mornin' get tripped off the word
TV and them preachers got pimp talkin' verbs
Settin' us up to get ripped off and stirred
You flipped all them birds so your funds act right
Here come the drought whole thang's half price
My high school career counselor's advice
"Lil' niggaz act nice for your beans and rice"
I got some fight, baby, take it to the head
I gives a fuck if it's permed or in dreads
Never snitch to the locals or the feds
See they tryna break us off so they don't have to break bread
'Cause Uncle Same ain't the baker, he's the butcher
We all on punk'd with no Ashton Kutcher
Where ballin' no broke, cutthroats kaput ya
Ain't never took dope but them dopes done took ya
Stop flyin' ol' glory man, cut it down
If your job ain't payin' right, shut it down
If your cat got 18's, let it pound
And if we ever gon' do it let's do it now, see
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
You're in a system where they flirt with disaster
Tongue kiss death, have mass murder orgies till there's no one left
They're finger-fuckin' Lady Liberty under her dress
And since I didn't say this under my breath
I might be under arrest, now lemme introduce
My slave name's Ray Riley, you can call me Boots
'Cause we gon' boot 'em outta power then spread the loot
We need to drive that freedom train, not ride caboose
And you can tell by the way I walk my walk
That there's a coroner behind me holdin' chalk
'Cause he works for the county wh' off your plate
We ain't one dimensional, max-detentional
Lookin' for the liquor store, what them hubbas hittin' fo'?
We raised by the street light, praised for the street fight
Days we ain't eat right, hazed to complete life
Had to make homes outta muck and dirt
Just to get dinner take luck and work
They don't need my rights, they induct a curse
So you're cordially invited to go buck berserk and um
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass

Dead Prez, The Coup
People Army, where the G's at?
C'mon... Fuck the police
Ay y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk?
Y'all ready to get this bitch crunk?
[Hook]
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
Your 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!
[Stic.]
Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin bills and I'm sick of payin rent
Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went
And the funny shit is we supposed to like this shit
But all y'all politicians can bite this dick
It's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cage
They only give you two choices; be a rebel or a slave
(So what you do?) So I rebel
Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used to it
Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to it
This is for the G's all the way to the bay
For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up
[Hook]
[Boots]
Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a snitch teller
One pace up from my homies ditch dweller
Yellin "Fuck 'em Rocafella" my shit bump in acapella
My lyrical qoutes are nervous notes to bank tellers
When we call it off, we haulin off, Molotov's and bricks
Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcipts
Hope your motherfuckin petty workin band flips
Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips
Qoute us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day no-tice
Pay aquit, It's more of us than lies your mayor spit
I'm on some "Ma hate the game but love the player" shit
Is you a "have" or you a "have not"?
When you run out of bullets grab rocks
Cuz the prison don't slam locks
It don't open when your fam knocks, 'less you rich and have stocks
Fight the power like a motherfuckin Zulu
It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu
So raise your hands in the air like your born again
But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win
[Hook]
[M1]
When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin them hoes
I can smell a pig comin, so I stay on my toes
On the low from po-po, so fuck the Ho-lice
Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat
And I know power respect that, so 'serve and protect' that
I'm young, black, and just don't give a fuck - try me
Grillin you right back, you better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This Hell we livin is never forgivable
It come down to DP and The Coup
Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them
Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed and them
You better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415
It's one team, get up and let's ride!
[Hook]

[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 rollin 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?

(Chorus)
Uhhhh!!
I wanna piss on your grave!
make me feel alright!
Yaa Yaa Yaa!!
(Repeat)
While you was eatin'
T-bone steaks
in palatial estates,
ornate with gates that automate
so those you hate could only spectate,
I was kissing my mate
through iron grates
while the guards wait,
50 cent rate for making license plates.
My papermate pen shakes
vibrates from 808 quakes
over breaks
dug outta crates
that sag from weight
of the vinyl plates...
girls work till they back ache
and their breasts con't lactate
you're laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your plaque flakes
contesting, contesting 1,2,3
never shoulda been put in the penitentiary
Boots from The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps down your throat
just to block your airway
and that's the fair way 'cuz everyday
you're on a moola mission
military killin' millions 'til you low on ammunition
bodies beyond recognition
twisted complex positions
then their kids work in your factories
and die of malnutrition
see your net profit stats
hold some murderous facts
but if you listen to the news you mighta
heard it was blacks
you got us herded in shacks
I got the pertinent tax
how 'bout the one for when I bust my ass
and you relax
I'll hit your head wit an axe
play soccer wit' your brain
to make it official
slice your jugular vein
still writin' songs that my momma could sang
and if you feel some yellow drips on your skull
it ain't rain.
(Chorus)
That bitch ass on the front of a buck
never gave a fuck
he forced his black women slaves
to give him dick sucks
and when he bust a nut
he'd laugh and cackle
let the leather whip crackle
send 'em back to pick tobacco
shackled
wouldn't give 'em nil
so his homies stacked bills
fought on flatland and hill
to keep the british out the till, scrill
kept Washington dumpin' 'em in ditches
so slave owning son of a bitches
could keep their riches
which is how the war got funded
with two centuries of juice
from Black slaves bodies
and the profits they produced
you could deduce
that these men might win
fit right in
and make rights then
just for rich white men
so they quit fightin'
and wrote up a declaration
protective decoration
for their business operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - just savage
now the whole world's ravaged
from their hunger for the cabbage
Your fifth period history teacher
tellin' lies like a tweeker
bump this song through the speaker
watch they face get weaker
'less they righteous and they kickin' the facts
they gon' smile cuz this shit is on wax
one thing I gots to ask
George Washington down in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on your grave
and I'm finsta take a pee-pee!
Tour guide: Excuse me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Boots: Nah, I said I love it here in D.C.
Tour guide: Well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour.
We're here at the Arlington National Cemetary.
Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the afro is standing,
is the grave of of America's first and greatest hero, our first president --
Pants unzipping
George Washington
Piss hitting the ground
Ohh, uh-uhhhh.
Cameras click
(Chorus)
Knock knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll make you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' your Benz
see youse an always fitted
always acquitted
parasitic leech
cain't be burned off my back
wit' no fiery speech
your hands is soft as a peach
cuz you ain't never did work
been rich ever since
your daddy's dick went squirt
have you ever hurt from your back?
ducked from rat-a-tat-tats?
seen your mama on crack?
lived in a pontiac?
drank baby similac
so you could have protein?
(just for enough energy
to hustle up some mo' green?)
I could paint some mo' scenes
vergin' on the obscene
but I'd rather show up at your palace
with a mob scene
I spoke to my accountant
who spoke to my attorney
who counseled my financial advisor
on a gurney
it's about fifty dollars
and that's almost like a sale
cuz it costs too damn much
to let your rich ass inhale
true liberation ain't no word in the head
I'm yellin' murder 'em dead
for some fish, steak and bread
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you fifteen million hun'ed???
Sorry, you just ain't in the budget...

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 wouldn't 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 don't 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

1- Oh baby.....oh baby
Oh baby.....oh baby
Hey , hey
[Boots]
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush
And I'm implyin' I ain't had no business cryin'
Cause we used the rubber twice
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust
Well we was only seventeen
But you was older in between
And in my fresh Adidas fits
I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine
Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in
A nymphomaniac was with it, that's just a clip, more experience
V on my chest when I was put to the test
You said "Goddamn nigga, that ain't how ya get it in"
Dashboards for the leverage, tall cans for beverage
The weed can make you courageous, make a Honda Civic seem so
spacious Make
five minutes seem like ages, anyway
[Chorus]
You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby
Said you liked high-top fades
And Jesse Johnson’s "Crazy"
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaignin'
[Repeat 1]
[Boots]
The lake don't smell so bad now, do it
Don't trip off ya hair baby just re-glue it
The windows is fogged up, can't nobody view it
Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Huett
And some more, we had things to discuss
Like how we do it, we got amniotic fluid
And a baby floatin' though it
Hey, imagine if it look like us, it was me up in the vaginary
And I'ma love my kids whether real or imaginary
Quit school, work well depends at the mall next to Fashion Berry
Operation cash and carry
Manual labor from six to noon
Makin' six doubloons, got a baby that's fixin' to bloom
And he need 'fits to groom plus grips the spoon
So let me twist the ploom
And inhale and emit the fumes
[Chorus]
[Repeat 1]
[Boots]
I was composed, I didn't even crack a frown
I was supposed to let my pants fall down
And show my ass when I found
That the baby was four months early and around ten pounds
I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers
From those who don't really give a fuck about life
They say "It ain't so much that they startin' out younger"
"It's just they supposed to be more like a wife"
Meanin' you ain't shit without a man to guide you
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too
Make ya grab any motherfucker that ride through
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too
Plus I know that you must have been scared
It made it easy when the feelings were shared
Flashback to 20/20
I know you waitin' for the dollars cause you knew I had funny money
Yellin' all loud like I'ma tear the whole hood up
Don't tempt me cause the real daddy stood up
He said I was a mark for believin' in you
Now it's more that I'm seein' is true
There's a few things I'd like to say in this letter
Like I wish I would've seen him grow
And ask my wife I learned to fuck much better
And thank you for lettin' me go
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go
For real, thank you for lettin' me go
[Chorus]

sample -- "Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans", Ice Cube
(cut and scratched by DJ Pam the Funkstress)
Verse One: Boots
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite economy
Verse Two: E Roc
In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) everybody get a gat
Verse Three: Boots
Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
here's a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue
Outro: E Roc, Boots
[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw some shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway
*guns are cocked*
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's throw some shots out
[E] Yeah
*blam, blam blam*
[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
*gun cocked*
[E] Uh-huh
*blam*
[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
*guns cocked*
[E] The who?
[B] You know who they are, awright
*blam blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] Yeah whassup wit him?
[B] Awright
*blam*
[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., *guns cocking repeatedly throughout*
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, load up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
*semi-automatic*
[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
[E] I can't stand dem fools
[B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool
*semi-automatic*
[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun cocks*
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? *gun cocks*
[B] Tom Bradley
[E] Who else? *gun cocks*
[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] Yeah be true to the game
*blam blam blam blam*
[B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up outta here

They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
The fog rolls in like the thickest cream
Nightfall comes and the crickets scream
Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes
Cement lies and white picket dreams
The pain on his face is glistening
No one's eyes are listening
Till his 44 starts whistling
Hairs on the necks, bristling
You can holla so loud till the silence comes
Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue
He was born after you but not quite as young
Waitin' for the day when the fighters come
She said, "Seem like traffic light's always red"
"Your application's on file", is all they said
She wish the great leaders weren't always dead
She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasions
Nor the cross on his lawn, emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't phase him
Bullhorns off, holidays given
House notes, nine to five prison
He yells at the news, sayin', "There'd be a movement
If the new generation was a little more driven"
One mind, two hands, four walls
She says Babylon's gon' fall
She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb
She'll be home waitin' for the Messiah's phone call
There was pride in the fact that the blunt was massive
Tight like the ships in the middle passage
They escaped through the flames
Then wondered if the flame in their soul, if the smoke had smashed it
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Day breaks in like a fiend with a ladder
Suicidal dew drops splatter
Teeth on, shirtless bodies chatter
A blowjob short of a breakfast platter
Crowded rooms of lonely souls
At work before the whistle blows
They've never known their strength in numbers
So power seems so mystical
They're waiting for that perfect day
When they've paid all their bills
Their kids are grown, they graduate
And guerrillas come out the hills
And for her, it gets too much
Till she won't accept my touch
She'll fix it by herself
She's fallen into their mindfuck
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'

[Boots]
Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Chorus: *sung* (2X)
Oakland do you wanna ride?
I can't hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?
[Boots]
City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and sing:
You're much too beautiful for words (4X)
I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before this scene:
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Chorus
[Boots]
The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperatyre gayge read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault history
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only thing I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Chorus
[Boots]
And I still remember momma