Bambu, Cwitch - Like Jay-Z lyrics

Soul assassins

Uhh, I'm stoned yo

Man fuck that hipster shit
Fairfax gang man kill that shit
Just because it say a street
Name in old English
On your hat don't mean y'all gangsta wit' it
I roll up like, "Fuck these clowns!"
Hop out of the Chevy, Soul Assassins style
Might duct tape my semi
Self defense I'm all ready
I could give a fuck about a copper throw it
Down on the curb like a mother fucking penny
Get it?
I could give a fuck about a copper throw it
Down on the curb like a mother fucking penny
'Case you missed it
President got them drones above
Telephone calls and your email bugged
It's 2013 and there's a war on drugs
What the fuck's a war on drugs?
When drugs is sold on your TV screen
ADHD medication for a teen
Hella side effects that effect that kid
Put the pill case down homie, smoke that weed
I really don't get that logic

I'm at the bar with Geologic
Plotting 'cause the bills pile up
Equal more than my deposit fuck my wallet
Then you wanna take what's left of
My check and dock it? Almost all of it

The fuck I look like, Jay-Z?

The son of the victim now
Party with his killer
Son of the oppressed now
Hang with the oppressor white call you nigga
You be like, "Its cool he my nigga, "
How can you smile, throw money in the air?
Detroit schools might not get
Funded next year
Send that money to the Congo
Fuck I look like with a Picasso
Fuck I look like with a thousand dollar shirt
Let me show you what that cotton worth
Let me tell you 'bout the
One who dug that dirt
Put up all your pipes so your shit all work

Greedy, not equal you can not be my people
Profit, over people you can not be my equal

You the type catch a little
Itty-bitty fish and keep it, cook it
I'm the type throw that fish back and let
It make more fish to feed my village
I'm like Conan watching my momma get beheaded
Think about the day I find
That snake and behead him

Justice just us
Soul Assassin come fuck with us

You get back what you put in
DJ Muggs instilled in us
I look out for the masa
Watch the backs of my kasamas
No value left in that dollar
When you strip away all that honor
Bills late, here come baby momma
I know I'm on parole your honor but

The fuck I look like Jay-Z?

I ain't got no money, say it
I ain't got no money, say it
I ain't ever have no money, say it
I ain't got no money, say it
I ain't got no money, say it
I ain't ever have no money, say it
Somebody get me some money, say