Текст песни Killah Priest f Elephant Man, Savoy - Robbery (Remix)
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[Intro: Killah Priest (Elephant Man)]Man, I gotta get this damn money, manNah, man I can`t take this, this time, straight up man(Yup! Elephant Man, that`s Killah PriestI dedicate this one for the thugs on the streetsAmerica, you know for the poor, we moan and me weepThat`s me, come on!) Cat gotta do what I gotta doWhatever way I could, youknowhatImean? Yo[Killah Priest]Look, my cash nope, baby cryin`Had enough, I grabbed my ironCall up the crew, is what you doBe at my spot, around twoOh yeah, bring some guns, bring some assI got a way, we can make some cashMy woman beefin`, my momma sickIf I don`t get it, look, I`mma flipThe doorbell ring, exchange some slangWe laughed a little, y`all got them thingsOkay thanks, now look here`s the planHold up, Priest, yo, whose your man?Oh him? That`s, my man SharodDon`t worry about him, that`s the GodHe specializes in, gun firin`Pickin` locks and, ditchin` copsAnd robberies, goes on, robbin` spreesHe`s the, he`s the man, here`s the planRemember the bank, we met at beforeWell, 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 HoodThen me take the money, buy a big house in the HollywoodIt`s tally good, rob that nigga, be and say all goodGive back to the project, cuz we shouldEighteen, forty like, he met thee, only we make the moneyWe pilot off, pilot off, been at the bank, we not the moneyWe not bummy, roll `em tree, I`m not funnyWe climb it, y`all no homey, give thanksShow me a car ruff, where we walk, the money that we makeMan off the chauffeur, not until we gettin` itKnow people, bilingual, we not to run we life, we wreckThe only thing can top off, knowin` our thing is our debtAnd my friend, Killah Priest, don`t own a private jetBecause of friend, those and thousandDroop it, that told me write rhyme, me write checkYou not like, Killah Priest and the Elephant Man, come on![Chorus 2X][Killah Priest]Told the teller, feel the bagsHad the mack, pointin` at the glassHurry up, you`re movin` slowTime is money and I got to goGrab the bags, head for the doorBackin` out, clutchin` the dogWe heard sirens, dashed to the rideAny cop we see, open fireCop car, swung around the blockMy man Rock, opened up shotsMy homey Lace, real nutty caseSaid let`s get it on, fuck a chaseWomen screamin`, grabbin` they kidsMy homey Lace, flashin` the shitLaughin` and shit, homey is sickLook at Sharod, said let`s goFour desperadoes, holdin` the doughMake a left, yo, make a rightHead straight, though, watch those lightsWe`re in the hideout, laughin` it upWatchin` the news, about the bank we stuck (it`s a robbery!)[Chorus 2X][Elephant Man]You know! You like an engineer warrior, laser beam carrierWe tear on any bank or done broke any barrierNuclear taxin` like Whitney or MariahWe either come together, one that never ponderAny face the project loss and only cuz he get thatBetter you felt on the navy, you felt on the army, the undertakerMarine, agile list the, that this one, we be laterKillah Priest, boy, I heft it on, yup!You rule it on them, them they know who we arePlus we get the paper, we ready for JaguarFly rim or swim, we drive me a carEither you done a movie, or you a movie starYou can come again, or you can travel me againHire like them and then I did it again