Coup - The Liberation Of Lonzo Williams Lyrics
1986 a mother*****er doin tricks on the mix and I dont mean the faderFace of zits but gettin grits with black steel firesticksDrama buildin empire somethin like darth vaderNow lonzo was armed with nuttin but a mean mug(but tucked a forty-five, with forty-five slugs)He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug(treatin his sisters like a hooker) greetin his partners with a hugBreakdown shakedown, this brother would take a poundOf some soon to be cake grounds, and then go make roundsFirearms protectin wads of gorgeous greensPaper stacks of paid tax off of broken dreamsAt puberty his liberty was found within a keyRocks were cookin but hes lookin for a way to be freeHeres a key (theres a key) but lonzo, wheres yours?Theres no key to the door, but theres money on the floor(so stoop down) bend over (hurry pick it up fast)But watch out, lonzo -- youll get *****ed in the assA bad, a bad, a bad bad man!Do, do, you know dis kid?Lonzo!(repeat 4x)Lonzo!Knock knock (who is it? ) time to visit but its two years laterCause lonzos rollin harder and its 1988Hes got some fat hes got some mo greens (and a brand new benz)Hes got respect and he suspects that it wont endA couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair)But a house is now a crackhouse luther, lonzos thereDying brains, dying bodies, too and from these dead residenceTry in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, dead presidentsMany bourgeoise parlei francoise (I dont speak it but I know it)Its all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shitWe were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivalsWhos the fittest, as I raise my fists up cant survive and not be ruthless(so why be straight, and scratch the bonesAnd a cellular phone, somebodys sittin on the throneCause they dont let, black folks own)They just give us this shit on loan, kick itA bad, a bad, a bad bad man!Do, do, you know dis kid?Lonzo!(repeat 4x)Lonzo!Ahahaha, what was I finished saying?(aww yeah lonzos back in the county man)Damn well go visit him on sunday when we visit dee aight?(madge says that bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)Well lonzo says the county is the slipper, tripper, stuckerYears of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk junkMakes you feel like you took a test and flunked(but dont get disturbed or perturbed; the teachersOn my last nerve, plus he grades with a downhill curve)Told lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, predict itWe got a way to lick it, gave him a book, said, heres the ticket(now hes addicted) to learnin how we been afflictedAnd what distributin that shit didI made a quick bid to say, dont trip kidYou never worked for the mob (you had a government job)Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now were tight(plus he been out of jail about a year ago last night)Now he hangs with us poor revolutionary brothersAnd five-oh, more than ever wants to ***** usJust cause we know the road to riches is crooked and narrowWell get more power from a hundred thousand gun barrelsA bad, a bad, a bad bad man!Do, do, you know dis kid?(repeat 4x)
