Danger Mouse, Run The Jewels, Big Boi - Chase Me lyrics
[Danger Mouse, Run The Jewels, Big Boi - Chase Me lyrics]
Here's what we know:
Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
Clad in black business clothing
Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses
They pulled guns out and ordered
Everybody to the floor
And then cleaned out the registers
And hear this they even swiped jewelry
From some of the customers
Aye, woo! Woo! Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in
Dickies and load the clippy
The rate of our ascension
Makes statisticians feel sickly
Accountants, they get snippy
They never counted so quickly
Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off
An abacus for a living
Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
Pain passin’, put a pain in your brain batter
Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
Small talkers get launched on
Clobbered and tossed off
Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that soft talk
Chop chop tick tock
You got until the hands on the clock stop
I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out
Better back off
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
Down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town
Baby you want your money back? Chase me
Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him
Wouldn't want to see him
They the type, really be jealous
Get'cha hype
Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
We gon' shower on these pussies
They mommas gon' know Jesus
Junkie Johnny told me "Money
These niggas should know better
But they monkeys so you got to
Show junkies ain't no let up"
Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
The sheriff's daughter
We be outta there 'fore dad came
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
Down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town
Baby you want your money back? Chase me
You ain't gonna get your money back
Ain't gonna get the money, jack
You ain't gonna get that money back
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag
Real grippers
Pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
Coochie tippers
Magic City got groupie strippers
A crew of killers and dealers
We got this newbie with us
We turn Pirellis to jellies
Ex-cons to former cellies
Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
Good on deck, smelly smelly
Show some respect or you'll get
Showered like parade confetti
Made man, I'm made already
Nobody safe: I'm petty
450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby
I choose you
Underground Kingz, speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware
Of all your surroundings
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
Down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town
Baby you want your money back? Chase me
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell
You about the fabulous, most groovy
Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
Clad in black business clothing
Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses
They pulled guns out and ordered
Everybody to the floor
And then cleaned out the registers
And hear this they even swiped jewelry
From some of the customers
Aye, woo! Woo! Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in
Dickies and load the clippy
The rate of our ascension
Makes statisticians feel sickly
Accountants, they get snippy
They never counted so quickly
Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off
An abacus for a living
Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
Pain passin’, put a pain in your brain batter
Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
Small talkers get launched on
Clobbered and tossed off
Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that soft talk
Chop chop tick tock
You got until the hands on the clock stop
I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out
Better back off
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
Down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town
Baby you want your money back? Chase me
Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him
Wouldn't want to see him
They the type, really be jealous
Get'cha hype
Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
We gon' shower on these pussies
They mommas gon' know Jesus
Junkie Johnny told me "Money
These niggas should know better
But they monkeys so you got to
Show junkies ain't no let up"
Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
The sheriff's daughter
We be outta there 'fore dad came
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
Down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town
Baby you want your money back? Chase me
You ain't gonna get your money back
Ain't gonna get the money, jack
You ain't gonna get that money back
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag
Real grippers
Pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
Coochie tippers
Magic City got groupie strippers
A crew of killers and dealers
We got this newbie with us
We turn Pirellis to jellies
Ex-cons to former cellies
Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
Good on deck, smelly smelly
Show some respect or you'll get
Showered like parade confetti
Made man, I'm made already
Nobody safe: I'm petty
450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby
I choose you
Underground Kingz, speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware
Of all your surroundings
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
Down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town
Baby you want your money back? Chase me
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell
You about the fabulous, most groovy