Coup - Ghetto Manifesto Lyrics
[* People talking *][Boots]I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the courtI scribbled this on an application for county supportI practice this like a sportMet Donald Trump and he froze upStanding on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up"Some tryin' to front offBreak her ass a clump offWe gon' stop the world and make y'all mother*****ers jump offThis is my resume slash resignationA ransom note with proposed legislationA fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatimCause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em'Flyin' kites for my folks at homeWho takin' tokes aloneWe payin' rent on shit they ain't even sposed to ownNarratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya curseIt's a million mother*****ers just waitin' on the firstAnticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purseShook the jobby job down at noon and don't disperseThey wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can throw youThey think you punkin' but they don't know youDissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot berettasBuy the Burger King workers and we slappin' on ya lettuceWrote that in the back of those apartmentsA coupon from agricultural departmentsWhen we put down the X-O, we can let the threats goAnd start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto[Chorus x2]That's what I'm talking aboutMake me scream and shoutEast, West, North, and SouthGonna turn this party outHey, hey[* People talking *][Boots]Call me bird cause of my legs but my ass don't singGot a house arrest anklet but it don't bling blingThe homie with a cell but that shit don't ringBut at lights out bars clang and souls get stangNow it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around blacksMake ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crackEven renowned historians have found thatThe people only bounce back when they pound backSo I take out a spray can and paste the pavementDefacin' gravements of a sufferin' nationThe files are flagrant and that's the fragranceI overheard them askin' vagrance for patientsSo check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotesFor d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boatsAnd party liner jokes and all kinds of folksWho all kind of brokeBut bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smokeThe trees we got lifted by made our feet dangleSo when I say burn one I mean the Star-SpangledLet's all get high from the income angleBump this at the party even if it ain't the singleHere's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenadesBy nannies and maids who be polishin' the suedeYou could let the sess blow but let's make the sets growInto brigades with the ghetto manifesto[Chorus x2][* People talking *]
