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madlib - take that money lyrics

[intro 1: comedy skit]
so here it is!
at the sat+rday night gun mart
a double barrel over and under pump+spray fully automatic semi+automatic
it’s a famous brand name, i can’t mention it…
i can’t read it… think its from czechoslovakia?
just want to wound him in the hand??
we’ve got a full assortment of handguns!
easy credit, never a hold up at the cashier’s
at sat+rday night gun mart – where you are the target!

[intro 2: live music sample]
doin’ the do (uh!)
you’re doin’ the do
you’re doin’ the do (doin’ it)
you’re doin’ the do (just doin’ the do!)
doin’ the do (doin’ it)
you’re doin’ the do (doin’ it)

[hook: madlib, oh no & roc ‘c’]
this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
and this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
we take that…
[verse 1: oh no]
now, evacuate the building
the spot’s on fire, just look at the ceiling
a billion bucks, and that’s how i’m feeling
i speed to spots until the paint starts peeling
and on the real, you can’t borrow what you stealing
then trick it off, dog, this is natural business
american dream, the hustler’s nightmare
dollars on trees? f+ck it, man, it ain’t here!
when you all broke then the vision’s so stuck clear
until the dough runs up on you then it’s gone – d+mn!
after the hounds, i blow one in the air
this sh+t next year, dog, everywhere
taxes on all y’all, like irs’es
more dough to make, more dough to take, like robin hood lessons
and take green like robin hood’s presence
fill the hood with presents like i’m holding the weapon
“n+gga, back up!”

[hook: madlib, oh no & roc ‘c’]
this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
and this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
we take that…
[verse 2: roc ‘c’]
relax all pressure
it only comes around if you let another n+gga stress ya
n+ggas pitbulls when they go against the lesser
back against the wall, slam his hand in the dresser
everywhere we go, we see ’em popping they eyes out
i’m feeling like gold and i’m blowing they mind out
i’m on the prowl, growl, sick and tired of these fakes
they talk behind ya back, then they giggle in ya face, yeah
runnin’ over cowards, bark til i die
higher than ever, like a ribbon in the sky
ma, the game ain’t like it used to be
n+ggas on the sidelines, acting like they cool with me
but do i really know you?
yeah, i’m so old school, my pick got a black fist
backflips ain’t a part of my life
break ’em down with a gun or a knife
not sure? better get some advice
hit a hot m+th+f+cka with ice? think twice, n+gga!
n+gga! (twice!)

[hook: madlib, oh no & roc ‘c’]
this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
and this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
and this is what we…
get out…
money…
get out…
we take that money and then we get out
and this is what we do when we get out
we take that money and then we get out
[outro: movie sample]
well, get ya sh+t together, b+tch!
and make d+mn sure it’s straight
and see how well you do against this snub nose .38!

h+llo!

goodbye

alright, let’s get into the sh+t now…!

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