Hush - Off to Tijuana lyrics

[Sampled from Eminem's "Criminal"] {*Eminem whistling*} [Teller:] Hi [Eminem:] How you doin'? [Teller:] How can I help you? [Eminem:] Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal... {*Gun co*ks*} Put the f**ing money in the bag, b**h, and I won't k** you [Teller:] What? Oh my God, don't k** me [Eminem:] I'm not gonna k** you, b**h. Quit f**ing around [Teller:] Don't k** me, I have two kids at home! [Eminem:] I said I'm not gonna f**ing k** you! [Teller:] Don't k** me! [Eminem:] Hurry the f** up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you! [Verse 1: Hush] I gotta keep this engine running (I'll be back) Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up Cause I ain't going back to jail I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek I'm sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak" What the f** is taking so long? (Hurry up, motherf**er, I'mma hit this gas and be GONE!) But I can't leave my homey (Hold up!) They all know me I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this b**h, the cops can blow me f**, who is that? sh**, I'm getting nervous Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons Damn, it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee (Here's a dollar, motherf**er, now scram before they see me!) I hope they didn't ring the alarm (sh**) Swifty's gonna have to bomb, and then it f**s up the job But I don't care, as long as we flee this place Cause the last thing I need is a f**ing police chase, sh** Cool, here he comes, I hope he's got the stash (Yo n***a, pull off! We heading to the bank for some mo' cash!) Yo, there better be enough for me to get that maid back (Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog, the cash is in our laps) [Hook: Eminem] Put the money in the back, b**h, this is a stickup Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground This is the sound, this is how its going down If I'm going down, then you're going down (Down) Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot We get caught, I'm peeling off, the deal is off But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper Then I'm going, off to Tijuana Come on, I'm ready if you are [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] (?) while I sit in the car chiefing In the mood to be thieving this season Hey yo, Hush, I'mma snatch what they (?) Pull over and I'mma rob this b**h for a purpose You can either read it or see it (What you mean, "Read it or see it?") It'll work, know what's worse? It's better than having to beat a b**h up out of her purse I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting For the day they get up in this motherf**er So don't drive away (I'll be right here!) Hey ('sup?) n***a, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK And then I'm headed to the safe I'm at the counter in the teller's face "Yo, if anybody move, I'mma make spaghetti out of your wife!" (Don't shoot!) I hopped a gate, shot a citizen After he gave me the combination to open it And there was nothing but Benjamins Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door Hush is in the front, revving up (Motherf**er, come on!) I jumped over the security, while he on the floor Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw Hit the street and we swerve No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat (Now I'm peeling off the curb) [Hook] [Verse 3: Kuniva] I got some chips up my sleeve I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv And put the heat to his cheek Don't even think about moving Just gimme the loot and I'll be cruising Along with my day and it won't be a shooting (Mister, please don't hurt me! Here, have a Slurpee!) Oh my God, Aviv, shut the f** up, your voice irks me All of this for three hundred seventy six dollars and eight cents? This robbery does not make sense Come on out b**h (scream) Yeah, you, behind the chip rack Your little stank a** is on the verge of getting pimp slapped Gimme your paper, your j**els, and all of your valuables Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic If it gets drastic, my automatic will start a blasting That's how we do it where I'm from, me, Swift, and Hush We ducking off, contemplating which lick to rush [Hook]