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Coup, The - "Fat Cats, Bigga Fish"
Lyrics to Fat Cats, Bigga Fish : Well now, huh hah, what have we here cu, cu, come with it get down, get down, get down get down, get down, get down cu, cu, come with it get down, get down, get down get down, get down, get down cu, cu, come with it Its almost 10 oclock see I got a ball of lifted property so I slip my beanie on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game like I read the directions Im wishin; that I had an automobile as I feel the cold wind rush past But let me state that Im a hustler for real so ya know I got the stolen bus pass Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear this old lady look like she drank a forty of fear I see my old school partna say his brother got popped Pay my respects, "can ya ring the bell!" we came to my stop The streetlight reflects off the piss on the ground which reflects off the hamburger sign that turns round which reflects off the chrome of the BMW which reflects off the fact that Im broke now what the fuck is new I need loot I spot the motherrfucker in the tweed suit Im in ass quicker than a kick from a greased boot Eased up slow and discrete Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet Didnt wanna fuck up the come up so I smile with my eyes say "hey hows it hangin guy'" Bumped into his shoulder but he passed with no reaction Damn this motherfucker had hella Andrew Jacksons Im a thief or pickpocket, give a fuck whata call it Used to call em fat cats, I just call em wallets Gettin federal, Aint just a clepto Mastercard and Visa, I gladly accept those Sneaky motherfucker with a scam no hollow bullet Gotta mirror in my pocket, but that wont stop no bullet Story just begin, but you already know Aint no need to get down, shit, Im already low get down, get down, get down get down, get down, get down cu, cu, come with it get down, get down, get down get down, get down, get down cu, cu, come with it My footsteps echo in the darkness My teeth clenched like fist in the cold sharpness I look down and I hear my stomach growling Step to Burger King to attach it like a chow lin I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt All up in her face and her breath is like murder Damn the shit I do for a free hamburger "Well, you got my number are you gonna call me tonight'" "It depends is them burgers attached to a price'" "Im just kiddin Im gonna call; even write you love letters" "Its all good" "Thanks for the burger. Um hook me up with a Dr. Pepper" "Thats cool, you want some ice" "Yeah, and some fries would be hella nice" "Damn, my manager is comin Pay it off OK'" "Have a nice day" "Im up outta here anyway" I used peoples before they use me Cause you can get got my an oozie over O-Z Thats what an OG tolde me Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittals that I just got Came to an underground parking lot This place is good as any Fuck it its all good Walked in found a car hopped and sat up on the hood Ate my burger threw back my cola Somebody said "hey!" It was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller Want me to call the cops' I dont want them to see me Looked down saw that I was sittin on a Labourgini It was Rollses, Ferraris and Jags by the dozen A building door opened Damn it was my cousin Getin off a work, dressed up, no lie Tux, cumberbun and a black bow-tie 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 "Right, what was up in there though" "A party with rich motherfuckers, I dont know the situation" "I know they got cabbage, ownin corporation" "IBM, Chrysler and shit is what they said" Just then a light bulb went off in my head "They be thinking all black folks is resembling" "Give me yo tux and Ill do some pocket swindlin" Fin to change in the bathroom and not freeze off my nuts Lets take a short break while I get into this tux Damn! [zip] Alright, Im ready get down, get down, get down get down, get down, get down cu, cu, come with it get down, get down, get down get down, get down, get down cu, cu, come with it Fresh dressed like a million bucks Ill be the flyest motherfucker in a afro and a tux My arm is at a right angle up, silver tray in my hand "May I interest you in some caviar maam'" My eye shoots around the room there and here Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier Background Barry Manilow, Copacabana And a strong ass scent of stogies from Havana Wasnt no place where a brother might been Snobby old ladies drinkin champaign with rich white men All right then! Lets begin this Nights like this is good for bidness Five minutes in the mix, notice several different cliques Talkin giggling and shit Well, one motherfucker give me twits And everybody else jockin him, throttelin him Found out later he own Coca Cola bottlin Talkin to a black man Whos he, confuse me, lookin hella bucc ass all tight and sedity Recognized him as the mayor of my city who treats young black men like Frank Nitty Mr Coke said to Mr Mayor "Ya know we gotta process like Ice-Ts hair" "We put up the funds for yo election campaign" "Oh and uh, waiter can ya bring the champaign'" "Our real estate firm says opportunities arousing" "to make some condos outta low income housing" "Immediately, we need some media heat" "To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet" "Harassing and beat everyone until they look inebriated" "When we buy the land motherfuckers will appreciate it" "Dont worry bout the Urban League or Jesse Jackson" "My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum" Thats when I step back some to contemplate what few know Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo Aint no one playa that can beat this lunacy Aint no one hustler on the street that could do a whole community This is how deep shit can get It reads macaroni on my birth certificate Pouten tang is my middle name But I can hang, Im gettin hustled only knowin half the game [ Fat Cats, Bigga Fish Lyrics ]
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