The Goats - RU Down Wit Da Goats lyrics

(Madd) I've got nap sh**, I keep the fro way down my back Clippity clippity claps when brothers talking pro-black Fried chicken eatin' vicin', crack vial kickin' Pay attentionnever missin' back alley pissin' Apple pies, never, sweet potatoes, better Keep $2.50 and a hotie just in case a rainy weather North side dweller, can't ya tell by the way I stroll In case it gets cold keep the Gerry down on hold Bold controlled BHP will never fold Been fought and sought but ain't never been like sold On outs, no hope, typical I be like Goat Even had big hopes way back when chillin' broke "Politicians and bigots and pigs, oh my!" "Politicians and bigots and pigs" "Politicians and bigots and pigs, oh my!" "Politicians and bigots and pigs" (OaTie) Well before ya start ta pa** out from this verbal lash out Ya better get ya cash out so the pigs'll throw my a** out There's no way for ya ta understand Playin' Mr. 50 Grand, got ya bitties bootie tanned Heads gettin' bigger, swiggin' money swiggers Livin' in OZ with no dagos or no n******gs Pigs are pulling trigger and ya paying the fees Columbus is ya hero but he's my f**ing disease (Chorus: All) Oooh!!, Ru Down with the Goats Oooh!!, And we're gonna cut throats, oooh!! (Swayzack) Swayzack's gonna react like Jack-in-the-box My hair's in plats I likes em wrapped up in lox I'm not no chip, I wasn't chopped off no block But I smoke chunks of the skunk kinds of crop And just like the hats I got in a pack inside my wallet Waiting to get put on the rack in the back of that girl's closet So turn on the faucet it will allow me to release a little better Love and OaTie think I lost it but I betcha I'll still get her and not with a letter, a Jetta, or a poinsettia Gets it all on merit, not with a parrot like Baretta Then she goes "Jack, but I like Feta cheese" Said "ya can't make whiz outta that baby, please" (OaTie) I pledge allegiance to the flag but that's a wack a** drag I'd rather Billy Bragg, eyeballing natty rags And lag behind on those patriotic ditties Peace! ta the coffee cream I dig multicolored bitties Titties and booties, slitin' throats is my duty Bushsaid "no taxes" but he meant "tutti frutti" Brothers with the gats here's where ya gotta tat Rat a tat tat Bush's head will splitter splat Cause he's vicin' up the various, playing real gregarious Frontin' it's hilarious but hus it's precarious If the CIA's got a blacklist well sign me right on up If I ain't ya cup of tea then ya better clean ya up (Chorus) (Madd) No slippity slippity slide, never been free ride Welfare receiver, my my so was I Use ta get a fade back when the price was heavy Never had a Chevy, SEPTA was my leeve Ta get from here ta there like a young buckscared Learned by trial and error ta never ever brake my stare The typical American male he's not me and I'd rather squat on the stoops and the corners making G's and Money cause I got ta feed my honey Funny, not a bit cause I got starving tummy Sunny, never on my street side Rides defied I slip side on the mind (Swayzack) "Jack-in-the-box ain't no flop or Child's Play" "Cause Chuckie got dropped like the cid I did today" Enough of that let me tell ya about this uh Buddah blessed the spliffs that I twista Let me tell ya 'bout the hype and the hoopla Kid Shipe's gonna throw ya trough the loop a Get it done with a mic and a drum Pound it down and round it to sum one Now ya tell me that's hard way ta come off a Cause I'll put ya in a ditch like Jimmy Hoffa So you five dollar sheep on the range Better call Bo Peep before the Goats make change (Chorus)