Coup - U. C. P. A. S. Lyrics
[boots]We dont make no damn mickey mouse music!* pam the funkstress cuts I shot the sherriff *F.t.s. with the coup, whatchu wanna do?F.t.s., coupChorus: boots, clap, vexx (repeat 2x)Undas, cops, pigs and shitThey be gettin on my nerves Im bout to have a fitI need land, a place where no money is spentIll kick back, and live life immaculate (you say)[vexx]Exchange data, no contact, no mattaEternally, youll find, information to be, God sentThe soul, my bodys bein spent like some dope shitAll the way from across the atlantic oceanSee I cant help but talk about the way my people been rapedRight about now, Im bout to set some shit straightTo all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumorsWho has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicideAlmost and damn near, genocideWe all need to check our soul insideHave you ever seen a human body landslide?How bout some tanks doin a drivebyOr a bomber droppin napalm from way high?We long live, but sometimes we got ta dieThe whole worlds about to bow man, that aint no lieYou betta find yoself befo yoself takes all your time[boots]One mo gen nowChorus[clap]Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me..A cop to me.. could burn in hellWe re-bel.. we dont swell like the pressureTester.. even leave the best of shakin andShivering.. whooo.. icy cold.. deliveryDeliberately slippery when wetYou moist yet? you check outThe hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while its slippinThe hippity hop, hit you, cause it get youSo God damn krunk, bang that wild shit; read:God damn bump, ransom stylist, thickRich like 69 dollar shitCrazy like the spice girls, finger lickin, kickinSa-vory, fla-vory expedition missionFree the land africa, africa listen..Listen..[boots]Hah.. bring it back nowChorus[boots]Can you feel it? I can feel it..Now if this party was a class Id be a teacherIts f.t.s. and the coup, a double featureNow if this party was a car Id be the driverIm rappin third, the mic is smellin like salivaThe emperor, that mother*****ers .. ass *****Well take you higher than when you had yo last dank hitIts not surprisin that when folks start to uprisinTheres police on the horizon, they been there all alongThey just good at they disguisin, the po-pos supposed to keepThe peace they gotta make the bosses money increaseYou never seen the police break up a strikeBy hittin the boss with his baton pipeAnd you aint never gon see oneBut when we take over its gon be poppin like re-run, huhBoots from the coup, lightin the dark like a tokerMuch love to my folkers, all aces and jokersChorusF.t.s., the coupA-hah
