Fat Cats, Bigga Fish Lyrics - Singles - The Coup

Well, now haha, what have we here? 

Come with it 

Get down, get down, get down 2ce 

Come with it 

Get down, get down, get down 2ce 

It's almost ten o clock, see I got a ball of lifted property 

So I slid my beenie hat on sloppily 

And promenade out to take up a collection 

I got game like I read the directions 

I'm wishing that I had an automobile 

As I feel the cold wind rush past 

But let me state that I am a hustler for real 

So you know I got the stolen bus pass 

Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear 

This ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear 

I see my ole school partner said 

His brother got popped, pay my respects 

Can you ring the bell? We came to my stop 

The street light reflects off the piss on the ground 

Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round 

Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW 

Which reflects off the fact that I am broke 

Now what the fuck is new 

I need lot, I sweat the motherfucka in the tweed suit 

And I'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot 

Eased up slow and discreet 

Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet 

Didn't wanna fuck up, the come on 

So I smiled with my eyes, said hey, how it's hanging guy 

Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction 

Damn this motherfucka had a hella of Andrew Jacksons 

I'm a thief or pickpocket, give a fuck what you call it 

Used to call 'em fat cats 

I just call them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto 

Master card or visa, I'd gladly accept those 

Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it 

Got a mirror in my pocket but that won't stop no bullets 

Story just begun but you already know 

Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already low 

Come with it 

Get down, get down, get down 2ce 

Come with it 

Get down, get down, get down 2ce 

My footsteps echo in the darkness 

My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist 

I look down and I hear my stomach growling 

Step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin 

I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt 

Link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt 

All up in her face and her breath was like murder 

Damn the shit, I do for a free hamburger 

Well, you got my number, you gonna call me tonite 

It depends is them burgers attached to a price, "Sorry, sorry" 

I'm just kidding, I'ma call you, write you love letters 

"It's all good" 

Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a Dr Pepper 

That's cool you want some ice 

Yeah, and some fries will be hella nice 

Damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day 

I'm up outta here anyway, I use peoples before they use me 

'Cuz you could get got by an Uzi over an oz 

That's what an og told me 

Got's to find someplace warm and cozy 

To eat the vittles that I just got 

Came to an underground parking lot 

This place is good as any fuck, it's all good 

Walked in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood 

Ate my burger, threw back my cola 

Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it was a roller 

Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me 

Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamboughini 

It was Rollses Ferraris and jags by the dozen 

A building door opened, damn it was my cousin 

Getting offa work dressed up no lie 

Tux cummerbund and a black bow tie 

I was like hey, "Who is it", me 

"Oh what's up man, I just quit this company 

They hella racist and the pay was too low " 

I said arite what was up in there though 

"A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation 

I know they got cabbage owning corporations 

IBM chryslers and shit is what they seeing" 

Just then a light bulb went off in my head 

They be thinking all black folks is resembling 

Gimme your tux and I'll do some pocket swindling 

Fit the change in the bathroom and I freeze off my nuts 

Let's take a short break while I get into this tux 

Grunt zipp, alright I'm ready 

Come with it 

Get down, get down, get down 2ce 

Come with it 

Get down, get down, get down 2ce 

Fresh dressed like a million bucks 

I be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux 

My arm is at a right angle up, silver tray in my hand 

May I interest you in some caviar mam 

My eyes shoots 'round the room there and here 

Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier 

Background Barry Manilow copacobana 

And a strong ass scent of stogies from Havana 

What no place where a brother might been 

Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men 

All right, then let's begin this 

Nights like this is good for business 

Five minutes in the mix noticed several different cliques 

Talking, giggling and shit 

Well, one mother fucka gave me twits 

And everybody else jacking it throttling 

Found out later you know coca cola bottling 

Talking to a black man who he's confused 

We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and seditty 

Recognzed him as the mayor of my city 

Who treats young black man like frank nitty 

Mr. Coke said to Mr. Mayor, "You know we got a process like 

Ice T's hair, we put up the fund for your election campaign 

And oh um, waiter can you bring the champagne?" 

A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing 

To make some condos out of low income housing 

Immediately we need some media heat 

To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet 

Harrasing me everybody till they look inebriated 

When we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it 

Don't worry about the urban league or Jesse Jackson 

My man that owns Marlboros, donated a fat sum 

That's when I step back some to contemplate what few know 

Sat down, wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo 

Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy 

Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community 

This is how deep shit can get 

It reads macaroni on my birth certificate 

Poontang is my middle name but I can't hang 

I'm getting hustled only knowing half the game 

Shit how the fuck do I get out of this place?