Lyrics The Squeeze - Street Sweeper Social Club

The Squeeze - Street Sweeper Social Club
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Date of issue: 02.08.2009
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English

The Squeeze

This brick
Which is gripped by my fingers
Which shoot out from my hand
Which is fastened to my arm
That meets up with my shoulder
That sits well below my head
That surrounds my brain
Which is tied up with thoughts of resent-
Ment, fear, and loathing
Because of your using me in your road to
Wealth and power
Will crash through your picture window
And kill you
We gon put you in the squeeze
We gon put you in the squeeze
The city is a planet of glass and granite
And it’s ran by some masters of mack
Mechanics
We got schools where the facts are
Banished
We got scams where your stocks’ll vanish
And the hospitals is gon cost you racks
So panic
All the gangsters throw your triggers up
All the stoners throw your flickers up
All the drunks throw your liquor up
All the bank tellers stick em up
Teach them babies how to grip a buck
When this hits the streets it’s
Thunder with thesis
We’ll show where the beast is
Make sure it decreases
They smolder with speeches
We shoulder the leeches
Call off them polices
This ain’t where the thief is
Janitors
Work all night like Dracula
Burger flippers grab your spatulas
Managers
Get your Acuras
Big bosses guard your sack because
We’ll put it in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
We gon put you in the
We gon put you in the
World poverty has just gone platinum
Unemployment checks
Need to come with a gat in em
Chains and leather whips
Slave masters still crackin em
This is where I’m scattin from
Listen to the battle drum
We all got our shackles on
Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces
Bankers tip your masseuses
Wardens tighten up your nooses
Muthafuckas make noise if you bought
Your clothes boosted
The earth is composed of space and
Atoms
And controlled by some pimps
Without Stacy Adams
But one day they’re gon taste the cannon
When the people rise up
And make them muthafuckas face the dragon
Mercenaries show your paychecks
Homeless folks show your blankets
Rich folks throw your banquets
Tell officials what to say next
Cuz they won’t be at ease
When we put em in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
You know they vote with their guns

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