The Coup (USA) - Fat Cats, Bigga Fish lyrics

[Hook] Get down, get down, get down [Verse 1 - Boots Riley] It's almost 10 o'clock, see, I gotta ball of lint for property So I slip my beanie on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game like I read the directions I'm wishing that I had an automobile As I feel the cold wind rush past But let me state that I'm a hustler for real So you know I got the stolen bus pa** Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear I see my old-school partner, said his brother got popped Pay my respects, "can you ring the bell? We came to my stop" The street light reflects off the piss on the ground Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW Which reflects off the fact that I am broke Now what the f** is new? I need loot, I spot the motherf**a in the tweed suit And I'm in his a** quicker than a kick from a greased boot Eased up slow and discreet Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet Didn't want to f** up the come-up So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?" Bumped into his shoulder, but he pa**ed with no reaction Damn this motherf**a had hella Andrew Jacksons! I'm a thief, or pickpocket - give a f** what you call it Used to call em "fat cats", now I just call them wallets Getting Federal: ain't just a clepto Mastercard or Visa? I gladly accept those Sneaky motherf**a with a scam, know how to pull it Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets Story just begun, but you already know Ain't no need to get down, sh**, I'm already low [Hook] [Verse 2] My footsteps echo in the darkness My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist I look down and I hear my stomach growling Step to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin I never pay for sh** that I can get by doing dirt Link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt All up in her face and her breath was like murder Damn, the sh** I do for a free hamburger! ("Well you got my number, you gonna call me tonight?") It depends: is them burgers attached to a price? I'm just kidding, I'mma call, even write you love letters Thanks for the burgers, um...hook me up with a Dr Pepper ("That's cool, you want some ice?") Yeah, and some fries would be hella nice ("Damn my manager's coming, play it off, okay? 'Have a nice day!'") I'm up outta here anyway I use peoples before they use me Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ That's what an OG told me Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that I just got Came to an underground parking lot "This place is good as any, f**, it's all good" Walked in, found a car, hopped and sat up on the hood Ate my burger, threw back my cola Somebody said "hey"; it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller "Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamborghini It was Rollses, Ferraris and Jags by the dozen A building door opened; damn, it was my cousin Getting of of work, dressed up, no lie Tux, cumberbund and a black bow tie I was like "hey!" ("Who is it?") "me" ("Oh, what's up man, I just quit this company They're hella racist and the pay was too low") I said "right, what was up in there though?" ("A party with rich motherf**as, I don't know the situation I know they got cabbage, owning corporations IBM, Chrysler and sh** is what they said") Just then a light bulb went off in my head "They be thinking all black folks is resembling Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling" Finna to change in the bathroom and not freeze off my nuts Lets take a short break while I get into this tux [Hook] [Verse 3] Fresh, dressed like a million bucks I be the flyest motherf**a in an afro and a tux My arm is at a right angle, up, silver tray in my hand "May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?" My eyes shoot around the room there and here Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier Background Barry Manilow, Copacabana And a strong-a** scent of stogies from Havana Wasn't no place where a brother might've been Snobby old ladies drinking champagne with rich white men Alright then: let's begin this Nights like this is good for business Five minutes in the mix, noticed several different cliques Talking, giggling and sh** With, one motherf**a in betwixt And everybody else jocking him, throttling Found out later he owns Coca Cola bottling Talking to a black man who he's confused We looking hella-bougie Ass all tight and seditty Recognized him as the mayor of my city Who treats young black men like Frank Nitty Mr Coke said to Mr Mayor: "you know, we got a process like Ice T's hair We put up the funds for your election campaign And, oh, um, waiter can you bring the champagne? Our real estate firm says opportunity's arousing To make some condos out of low-income housing Immediately, we need some media heat To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet! Hara** and beat everybody til they look inebriated When we buy the land, motherf**as will appreciate it Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum" That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community This is how deep sh** can get It reads "macaroni" on my birth certificate "Puddin'-Tane" is my middle name, but I can't hang I'm getting hustled only knowing half the game