The Liberation Of Lonzo Williams Lyrics - The Coup

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 nothin' 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! 

Lonzo! 

Lonzo! 

Lonzo! 

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 bourgeois parlei franchise (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! 

Lonzo! 

Lonzo! 

Lonzo! 

Lonzo! 

Ahahaha, what was I finished saying? 

(Aw 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?" 

"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!" 

"Do, do, you know dis kid?" 

"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!" 

"Do, do, you know dis kid?" 

"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!" 

"Do, do, you know dis kid?"