Tytuł: Robbery (remix)

• Wykonawca: Killah Priest
• Wyświetleń: 222

  
   feat. Elephant Man, Savoy
  
  [Intro: Killah Priest (Elephant Man)]
  Man, I gotta get this damn money, man
  Nah, man I can't take this, this time, straight up man
  (Yup! Elephant Man, that's Killah Priest
  I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets
  America, you know for the poor, we moan and me weep
  That's me, come on!) Cat gotta do what I gotta do
  Whatever way I could, youknowhatImean? Yo
  
  [Killah Priest]
  Look, my cash nope, baby cryin'
  Had enough, I grabbed my iron
  Call up the crew, is what you do
  Be at my spot, around two
  Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some ass
  I got a way, we can make some cash
  My woman beefin', my momma sick
  If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip
  The doorbell ring, exchange some slang
  We laughed a little, y'all got them things
  Okay thanks, now look here's the plan
  Hold up, Priest, yo, whose your man?
  Oh him? That's, my man Sharod
  Don't worry about him, that's the God
  He specializes in, gun firin'
  Pickin' locks and, ditchin' cops
  And robberies, goes on, robbin' sprees
  He's the, he's the man, here's the plan
  Remember the bank, we met at before
  Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel
  
  [Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)]
  It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)
  It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)
  We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)
  We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)
  
  [Elephant Man]
  Take the cash, take the dough like my nigga Robin Hood
  Then me take the money, buy a big house in the Hollywood
  It's tally good, rob that nigga, be and say all good
  Give back to the project, cuz we should
  Eighteen, forty like, he met thee, only we make the money
  We pilot off, pilot off, been at the bank, we not the money
  We not bummy, roll 'em tree, I'm not funny
  We climb it, y'all no homey, give thanks
  Show me a car ruff, where we walk, the money that we make
  Man off the chauffeur, not until we gettin' it
  Know people, bilingual, we not to run we life, we wreck
  The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt
  And my friend, Killah Priest, don't own a private jet
  Because of friend, those and thousand
  Droop it, that told me write rhyme, me write check
  You not like, Killah Priest and the Elephant Man, come on!
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Killah Priest]
  Told the teller, feel the bags
  Had the mack, pointin' at the glass
  Hurry up, you're movin' slow
  Time is money and I got to go
  Grab the bags, head for the door
  Backin' out, clutchin' the dog
  We heard sirens, dashed to the ride
  Any cop we see, open fire
  Cop car, swung around the block
  My man Rock, opened up shots
  My homey Lace, real nutty case
  Said let's get it on, fuck a chase
  Women screamin', grabbin' they kids
  My homey Lace, flashin' the shit
  Laughin' and shit, homey is sick
  Look at Sharod, said let's go
  Four desperadoes, holdin' the dough
  Make a left, yo, make a right
  Head straight, though, watch those lights
  We're in the hideout, laughin' it up
  Watchin' the news, about the bank we stuck (it's a robbery!)
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Elephant Man]
  You know! You like an engineer warrior, laser beam carrier
  We tear on any bank or done broke any barrier
  Nuclear taxin' like Whitney or Mariah
  We either come together, one that never ponder
  Any face the project loss and only cuz he get that
  Better you felt on the navy, you felt on the army, the undertaker
  Marine, agile list the, that this one, we be later
  Killah Priest, boy, I heft it on, yup!
  You rule it on them, them they know who we are
  Plus we get the paper, we ready for Jaguar
  Fly rim or swim, we drive me a car
  Either you done a movie, or you a movie star
  You can come again, or you can travel me again
  Hire like them and then I did it again