
Date of issue: 22.11.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Coffee, Donuts, & Death |
12:15, layin real low at night |
Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight |
Bout to go clip they wigs |
But gotta keep a niggy clean |
One-time this is so they momma cry |
Y’all shoulda eased up when I told you last time |
But now I gotta do it the hard way |
P-A-Y-back day |
Then we see em, the black and white on sixth street |
Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D’s |
And pulled up to the window |
Ssshhh! |
Big Mel creeped on him real slow |
He could see when he looked at me That a brother wasn’t thinkin bout shit but the payback |
Rollin with a panther, trained well |
No need for the holler, and FUCK jail |
Packin two gats in the ride |
But the black still had, the element of suprise |
Now I’m aimin straight for the dome |
Cause I’m thinkin about my homey’s mom alone |
Cryin cause her baby’s dead man |
This pig’s gonna kiss the lead man |
As an example so all the blue coats know |
You get poached when you fuck with black folk |
Said it til my voice was hoarse |
I ain’t down with excessive force |
But of course I wasn’t heard so I’m silent now |
Black folk can’t be non-violent now |
I’d rather just lay you down, spray you down |
Til justice come around |
Cause without it there’ll be no peace |
The only motherfuckin pig that I eat is police |
Do it like Jay said, throw in work |
Stand feet, retreat in guerilla spurts |
And see that the caps are peeled like potatoes |
Cause this is a war and pigs hate us If ya don’t think so ask Nina G Cause she was raped two times by OPD |
By a motherfucking pig named Riley |
So when I pitch I don’t flinch or smile, see |
I just lay low for the night to come |
Rounded up the click, I straight dropped the bomb |
And got with K-Cloud for the blowaway |
Ran far, rented a car, took off the plates |
And come back through to the place where |
everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at Stepped up, crept up, as I held my breath |
And then I squeezed, coffee, donuts, and… |
[Officer down, we need backup, there’s an office down here |
oh shit!] |
…death |
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