歌：Nas
作詞：N.JONES, S.GIBBS, W.ADAMS
作曲：N.JONES, S.GIBBS, W.ADAMS
発売：2010-02-05 09:30:06
Look here see
Pretty Mike Sink
Two face Al
Over some gal
Found they body dead in the aisles
Death by strangulation
Microphone chord
A dirty broad
Guess they'll never play it again Sam
Damn that was my jam
Now she's on the lam
She made it out with 200 grand
What a scam
While these two compete on who's the star of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the dough!
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He says one glance was all it took ya
She's a real looker
They say her old man's a bootlegger
Transport in any weather
At this rate we'll never get her
"Fellas think it's time I call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dame's getting me tight!"
Thought I saw her in my eyesight - Right
Hate to spoil the party
Were you guys havin' the same?
Waiter
'Nother round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe the Butcher's my ace
But in comes Freckle-Face
So I said "See ya later"
Before I hoard him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana
Wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they involved with the caper
So I pulled the revolver in my waist up
'Tween the patrol car and the grey truck
Behind the street lamp was a silhouette
White gloves and real long cigarette
Whaddya know?
All this time she's got me in her scope!
She spoke says the devil got you guys by the t'roat
Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B. is not president
Well whaddya say?
Ya See!
Ya See!
Ya See!
Look here see
I know you got soul
Your tryna hide it
How'd you kill a man out in Cypress?
One-Eyed Charlie
He only hangs with the criminal-minded
Says you guys did it doggy style - is he lying?
She says "walk this way I'll tell you a children's story"
We hit the bodega got her a few forties
We jumped in my ride
We drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouf wide
Swallowed it!
Whole bottle's half empty
Drinks like a fish
Now she's past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her suave house
Chopped and screwed her mouth
And sat me on the couch
I said it's getting late, c'mon give it to me straight
Who's your sponsor lady?
She says Bill Gates
What are ya born '77 or '78?
She said "Nah, it goes way toward a earlier day
Slave times"
Claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
Who?
Clive Campbell from Cedric Ave - the Bronx!
Now she shows me the cash
I said "Who's clive?
Don't play with me skirt!"
She said "Clive Campbell - He's Kool Herc!"
Ah Ha! Ah HA!
"Listen up sweetheart -
Now we're getting somewhere."
As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died
She says "If you really love me, I'll come back alive."