
Date of issue: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wise Guy |
It’s the bitches that’ll get yas |
It’s the bitches that’ll get yas |
It’s the bitches that’ll get yas |
Treat all my broads like trash |
You’ll catch a blast if you move too fast |
You don’t have to ask |
Getting everything by flash and cash |
Fighting and stealing |
Don’t kill without feeling |
So I win in the casino before they start dealing |
All about respect and intellect |
Only mess with the women that pick up the check |
Two supermodels, one in each arm |
One chick’s brunette, the other was blonde |
I heard their fathers had stocks and bonds |
So I fucked 'em up and left 'em floating in a pond |
Customary clothes from head to toe |
Catch Joe at the fight sitting in the first row |
Everybody follows when I’m ready to go |
There’s no need to show off, they already know |
Lovely day in the neighborhood |
Lovely day in the neighborhood |
It’s the bitches that’ll get yas |
Lovely day in the neighborhood |
Lovely day in the neighborhood |
It’s the bitches that’ll get yas |
With a couple of guys |
A made man, fact like my ass is fat |
Catch Joe in Bermuda throwing 'em back |
Sipping on Tequila with a straw hat |
Put the prez on hold, tell him I’ll call him back |
Tow away zones? |
I don’t get a ticket |
Any crime committed, that shit is acquitted |
I’m a goodfella, I’ll tell ya if I did it |
Freak scenes with your wife last time I hit it |
Cuz I’m more man than you’ll ever be |
And it was probably your wife in bed with me |
If you see me you better look the other way |
Double cross me you won’t live to see another day |
I got seven cars in my garage |
A limousine with a TV and bar |
Don’t do blow and I don’t sell crack |
Stay alert, I got someone to whack |
With a couple of guys |
Another day, another court case. |
It’s okay |
Somebody in the jury’s got rent to pay |
Can’t see myself in a jail rotting |
Plus I got lawyers that are better than Cochrane |
If there’s a witness on tape that they play |
Probably a broad that I used to lay |
The last one to talk was never ever found |
Got a call from downtown, put her in the ground |
Her mother didn’t like me, I never gave a fuck |
Her brother didn’t like me, I hit him with a truck |
Her sister was a rip, everybody got a ride |
Her father was a rat, so I buried him alive |
If you talk to the cops and try to flee |
Your car’ll blow up when you turn the key |
Don’t cut a deal or have the case appealed |
I keep my mouth shut and I never squeal |
I told you before, I don’t drive by |
With a couple of guys |
You got it motherfucker? |
You got it motherfucker? |
You got it motherfucker? |
Go jump for joy, I’m the real McCoy |
That’s it motherfucker |