Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ShoYoAss, artist - The Coup. Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ShoYoAss |
| Now’s the time for you to show yo’ass |
| They ain’t handin out no mo’cash |
| Mommas imitate my logo fast |
| Daddies take the safety off and blast |
| Now this is mo’mean than fo’fiends with glocks unloading |
| Scrappin for a bag of gold rings and codeine |
| Whole life savings hid under the molding |
| «Mama Said Knock Them Out"and I’m «ing |
| You’re voting which you’re hoping |
| will stop the guns from smoking — is someone fucking joking? |
| They’re bonkers in sheep’s clothing |
| I know places where the kids keep crooking |
| Lacking the essential vitamins and protein |
| Hustlin and hyphy are eloping |
| I’m the best man bustin shots and toasting |
| Sippin Grey Goose get clipped off the bird |
| COme Sunday mornin get tripped off the word |
| TV and them preachers got pimp talkin verbs |
| Settin us up to get ripped off and stirred |
| You flipped all them birds so your funds act right |
| Here come the drought whole thang’s half price |
| My high school career counselor’s advice |
| «Lil'niggaz act nice for your beans and rice» |
| I got some fight baby, take it to the head |
| I gives a fuck if it’s permed or in dreads |
| Never snitch to the locals or the feds |
| See they tryna break us off so they don’t have to break bread |
| Cause Uncle Same ain’t the baker, he’s the butcher |
| We all on «Punk'd"with no Ashton Kutcher |
| Where ballin (no broke) cutthroats kaput ya Ain’t never took dope but them dopes done took ya Stop flyin Ol’Glory man, cut it down |
| If your job ain’t payin right, shut it down |
| If your cat got 18's, let it pound |
| and if we ever gon’do it let’s do it now |
| You’re in a system where they flirt with disaster |
| Tounge kiss death, have mass murder orgies 'til there’s no one left |
| They’re finger-fuckign Lady Liberty under her dress |
| And since I didn’t say this under my breath |
| I might be under arrest; |
| now lemme introduce |
| My slave name’s Ray Riley, you can call me Boots |
| Cause we gon’boot 'em outta power then spread the loot |
| We need to drive that freedom train, not ride caboose |
| And you can tell by the way I walk my walk |
| That there’s a coroner behind me holdin chalk |
| Cause he works for the county who works for the state |
| Who works for the boss man eatin off your plate |
| We ain’t one dimensional, max-detentional |
| Lookin for the liquor store, what them hubbas hittin fo'? |
| We raised by the street light, praised for the street fight |
| Days we ain’t eat right, hazed to complete life |
| Had to make homes outta muck and dirt |
| Just to get dinner take luck and work |
| They don’t need my rights, they induct a curse |
| So you’re cordially invited to go buck berzerk and um The black is heated; |
| baby, yeah |
| A hundred Fahrenheit |
| Act a fool, show yo’ass |
| Let’s make it alright |
| It’s introduction of a new breed of leaders |
| Stand up organize |
| The black is heated; |
| baby, yeah |
| A hundred Fahrenheit |
| Act a fool, show yo’ass |
| Let’s make it alright |