Hush - Off to Tijuana lyrics
[Hush - Off to Tijuana lyrics]
Hi how you doin'?
How can I help you?
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
Put the fucking money
In the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you
What? Oh my God, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you
Bitch quit fucking around
Don't kill me, I have two kids at home!
I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you!
Don't kill me! Hurry the fuck up!
Thank you!
I gotta keep this engine running
(I'll be back)
Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up
Cause, I ain't going back to jail
I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek
I'm sitting like a duck
Like Tulley up in "Blue Streak"
What the fuck is taking so long?
(Hurry up, motherfucker
I'mma hit this gas and be GONE)
But, I can't leave my homey
(Hold up) They all know me
I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch
The cops can blow me
Fuck, who is that? Shit, I'm getting nervous
Staring out this dirty windshield
For any persons
Damn, it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee
(Here's a dollar, motherfucker
Now scram before they see me)
I hope they didn't ring the alarm (Shit)
Swifty's gonna have to bomb
And then it fucks up the job
But, I don't care
As long as we flee this place
Cause the last thing I need
Is a fucking police chase, shit
Cool, here he comes
I hope he's got the stash (Yo nigga
Pull off! We heading to the
Bank for some mo' cash)
Yo, there better be enough for
Me to get that Maybach
(Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog
The cash is in our laps)
Put the money in the back, bitch
This is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up
Off the ground this is the sound
This is how it's going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down
(Down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off
The deal is off
But, if we can pull this caper
Then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are
While I sit in the car chiefing
In the mood to be thieving this season
Hey yo, Hush, I'mma snatch what they
Pull over and I'mma rob this
Bitch for a purpose
You can either read it or see it
(What you mean, "Read it or see it?")
It'll work, know what's worse?
It's better than having to beat a
Bitch up out of her purse
I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting
For the day they get up in this motherfucker
So don't drive away (I'll be right here)
Hey ('sup?) Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK
And then I'm headed to the safe
I'm at the counter in the teller's face
"Yo, if anybody move
I'mma make spaghetti out of your wife!"
(Don't shoot)
I hopped a gate, shot a citizen
After he gave me the combination to open it
And there was nothing but Benjamins
Filled it back and jetted up
Headed to the door
Hush is in the front, revving up
(Motherfucker, come on)
I jumped over the security
While he on the floor
Trying to pull my feet
I shot him before he could draw
Hit the street and we swerve
No less than a hundred thousand
In our back seat
(Now I'm peeling off the curb)
Put the money in the back, bitch
This is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up
Off the ground this is the sound
This is how it's going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down
(Down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off
The deal is off
But, if we can pull this caper
Then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are
I got some chips up my sleeve
I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv
And put the heat to his cheek
Don't even think about moving
Just gimme the loot and I'll be cruising
Along with my day and it won't be a shooting
(Mister, please, don't hurt me! Here
Have a Slurpee)
Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up
Your voice irks me
All of this for three hundred seventy
Six dollars and eight cents?
This robbery does not make sense
Come on out bitch
(scream) yeah, you, behind the chip rack
Your little stank ass is on the
Verge of getting pimp slapped
Gimme your paper, your jewels
And all of your valuables
Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal
Rushing out the front door
Zigzagging and dodging traffic
If it gets drastic
My automatic will start a blasting
That's how we do it where
I'm from, me, Swift, and Hush
We ducking off
Contemplating which lick to rush
Put the money in the back, bitch
This is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up
Off the ground this is the sound
This is how it's going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down
(Down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off
The deal is off
But, if we can pull this caper
Then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are
How can I help you?
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
Put the fucking money
In the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you
What? Oh my God, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you
Bitch quit fucking around
Don't kill me, I have two kids at home!
I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you!
Don't kill me! Hurry the fuck up!
Thank you!
I gotta keep this engine running
(I'll be back)
Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up
Cause, I ain't going back to jail
I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek
I'm sitting like a duck
Like Tulley up in "Blue Streak"
What the fuck is taking so long?
(Hurry up, motherfucker
I'mma hit this gas and be GONE)
But, I can't leave my homey
(Hold up) They all know me
I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch
The cops can blow me
Fuck, who is that? Shit, I'm getting nervous
Staring out this dirty windshield
For any persons
Damn, it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee
(Here's a dollar, motherfucker
Now scram before they see me)
I hope they didn't ring the alarm (Shit)
Swifty's gonna have to bomb
And then it fucks up the job
But, I don't care
As long as we flee this place
Cause the last thing I need
Is a fucking police chase, shit
Cool, here he comes
I hope he's got the stash (Yo nigga
Pull off! We heading to the
Bank for some mo' cash)
Yo, there better be enough for
Me to get that Maybach
(Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog
The cash is in our laps)
Put the money in the back, bitch
This is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up
Off the ground this is the sound
This is how it's going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down
(Down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off
The deal is off
But, if we can pull this caper
Then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are
While I sit in the car chiefing
In the mood to be thieving this season
Hey yo, Hush, I'mma snatch what they
Pull over and I'mma rob this
Bitch for a purpose
You can either read it or see it
(What you mean, "Read it or see it?")
It'll work, know what's worse?
It's better than having to beat a
Bitch up out of her purse
I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting
For the day they get up in this motherfucker
So don't drive away (I'll be right here)
Hey ('sup?) Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK
And then I'm headed to the safe
I'm at the counter in the teller's face
"Yo, if anybody move
I'mma make spaghetti out of your wife!"
(Don't shoot)
I hopped a gate, shot a citizen
After he gave me the combination to open it
And there was nothing but Benjamins
Filled it back and jetted up
Headed to the door
Hush is in the front, revving up
(Motherfucker, come on)
I jumped over the security
While he on the floor
Trying to pull my feet
I shot him before he could draw
Hit the street and we swerve
No less than a hundred thousand
In our back seat
(Now I'm peeling off the curb)
Put the money in the back, bitch
This is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up
Off the ground this is the sound
This is how it's going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down
(Down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off
The deal is off
But, if we can pull this caper
Then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are
I got some chips up my sleeve
I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv
And put the heat to his cheek
Don't even think about moving
Just gimme the loot and I'll be cruising
Along with my day and it won't be a shooting
(Mister, please, don't hurt me! Here
Have a Slurpee)
Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up
Your voice irks me
All of this for three hundred seventy
Six dollars and eight cents?
This robbery does not make sense
Come on out bitch
(scream) yeah, you, behind the chip rack
Your little stank ass is on the
Verge of getting pimp slapped
Gimme your paper, your jewels
And all of your valuables
Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal
Rushing out the front door
Zigzagging and dodging traffic
If it gets drastic
My automatic will start a blasting
That's how we do it where
I'm from, me, Swift, and Hush
We ducking off
Contemplating which lick to rush
Put the money in the back, bitch
This is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up
Off the ground this is the sound
This is how it's going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down
(Down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off
The deal is off
But, if we can pull this caper
Then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are