Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clip Kiss , by - The Chemical Brothers. Song from the album Do It Again, in the genre Release date: 24.06.2005
Record label: Virgin EMI Records
Song language: English
Clip Kiss |
| At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands |
| And we got two stolen Benz everything’s according to plans |
| If anybody in the fam gets pinched |
| Don’t worry 'bout your kids control your wench |
| Don’t worry 'bout the money it’s gon' get rinsed |
| And don’t worry 'bout me I won’t approach the bench |
| Now let’s roll out and get that paper retho |
| It might look easy but it’s not sweet though |
| It’s either do this shit now or don’t eat yo |
| This is real life this ain’t no TV show |
| Word up- backed out |
| With the macs out |
| 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot |
| 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot |
| Couple of bombs |
| Remote for the alarms |
| Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s |
| Me and Styles wasn’t blunted |
| Must be your point to deal with money |
| Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny |
| I hopped in one son hopped in the other |
| Word to mother both trucks burn rubber |
| Figure we could blanff with a mil or two |
| In a tentacle |
| I pulled up behind chemical |
| Doors locked Styles left the other one |
| Down four blocks it’s on now ready or not |
| Synchronize your watch feed time to cops |
| Get the rocks out the safety deposit box |
| Kisses here and up all the guards on watch |
| And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch |
| Split for nothing |
| You get the same you hit the button |
| Before we hit the safe |
| Where’s the videotape |
| Gotta look it in the face- forget it |
| I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits |
| Money and death- what you pick? |
| And don’t be a prick your life is worth more than chips |
| Money is paper and the banks built bricks |
| All of a sudden I heard a different gun’s clip |
| I couldn’t be hit |
| Cuz I didn’t feel shit |
| So I duck into cover |
| Yell for my brother |
| I yell yo |
| Then I yell yo back |
| You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks |
| Here’s the dough keys to the truck go get in it |
| Cuz time is our life and we ain’t got a minute |
| I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant |
| And I thought to myself, «Damn, Styles is finished!» |
| We ain’t come this far for this shit to happen |
| Damn, nigga better get the Captain |
| Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain |
| Heard a few more but by then they attacked him |
| Area surrounded parking lot packed in |
| Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in |
| But you know I’m going out in a blast |
| With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H |
| And as soon as enough cops’ve filled up the room |
| I pull the pin |