Nighthawks (Cage and Camu Tao) - Keep the City Up lyrics

Massage parlor hoes don't ask
To get ransacked
They ask for signatures for where they
Should put their hands at
Yeah! That feels nice baby give
It a better squeeze
Wait til' she clean up, go to my locker
Pull out the berretta "Freeze!"
The brains was nice, I aims precise
Then I pulled a necklace out
That'll change your life
We both know what you doin is against the law
So put your panties back on and fix your bra
When I pick you up tomorrow
There'll be no resistance
Cause, I got a lot of
Clients and they need assistance

Hold up hoes, yo, ready to go
To the courthouse and now I
Guess you ready to blow
If you don't give up them draws
I breakin you slow
And start breakin some laws
Start breakin your jaw what up bitch?
Yea you same ol' shit
Bad Lieutenant where feds stay issues clips

Come on, let's go stick a wheelie up
Pick his jewelry up
Nah, Let's go pick a cherrie up
One or Three pair em' up
Bitches, stick your titties up
Hooker, look a giddy up
Look a little pretty but you know
I keep the city up roll a bag of eddie up
No Henny or any tucked
Til' you gotta go and the dough
Is in your panties butt
Haters, we're already up
Nighthawks steady cut
Every pile of shit tryin to
Stick his 9 milli up

Please, we know her rights fleein from vice
We do T's on amphetamines
Speedin' thru lights hookers in the backseat
Weeded, bleedin and cryin
I love bitches in the street
Lookin like hard workers
Pull up with the badge, pull out the dick
They start jerkin
When crackhead hoes start jerkin
Feed 'em with a fix beat 'em with a stick
Rookie, heat 'em with a six
And take them hoes to central booking
And make them give you pussy
Take some pictures for me and
Smack some bitches for me
And make them workers know
You can't wait to hurt them hoes

Serpico got a clean shave
15 babes in the pattywagon
Daddy mackin with his teen slave
Hit the streets and then the
Dough hit my fist
And if the bitch don't hit the streets
Then I hit the bitch
And if the street hit the bitch
I go back to puff in the bar
While a John's with this bitchass
Stuffed in the car

Is it entrapment, when my cock got in traffic
Askin a prosty, a price on blowin catholics
On bash, N-H is mackin these codes
Im like the IR-A, kneecappin these hoes
Keep slappin these poles
With these tit's you call hookers
If she gains Two pounds
I'll take her downtown to book her
Look my clients aren't lookin for
No burn in the inches stop cryin
I didn't make you eat sperm for a livin
Should of learned from the sick
And could've studied again
But, you learned from a ho and
Now get money from head

Cause these DT's, can make the DA, DOA
So we leave scene
With free cheese and we go play
Most these hoes in these
Mean streets ease cocaine
Dirty up these hookers paperwork
To freeze those names
Snort coke, relax just to skeeze those dames
Free pussy for the deckers that
Can ease their pain