Текст песни
[patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds]
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo!
[more chatta talk]
[KK]
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape - fuck it!
Gots to work to add to my little paper
Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers
Circulate the dollar pull a broad I ain't the type to drape her
She roll and she real - if not, I got to shake her
Or turn her mind to the next page (face)
Face fears fuck, drama let's get paid (paid)
Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play
In the cut somewhere with some drink out the way
Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin
Without runnin some game, together we can stack it
Y'all niggaz fuckin with the original raspy
Haters talk shit and they split;
not knowin that they rolled right past me
[chatta Chorus]
[DJ Quik]
I ain't nervous - I'm lookin for plot for a debt that's overdue
Hangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects
With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next!
{*gagging*} With a twist snap you fall
We duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and all
We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff
But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get you coppin it tough
Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles
Writin checks that they insides couldn't cash! (ewww)
Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft
Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome they popped off
Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it
The murder, the mayhem, like 40 we Sic'Wid'It!
[chatta Chorus]
[Pharoahe Monch]
What the fuck do we have here?