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Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

This song is by The Coup and appears on the album Genocide & Juice (1994).

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Well now, haha, what have we here?

C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it

It's almost ten o'clock, see I got a ball of lifted property
So I slid my beenie on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a collection
I got game like I read the directions

I'm wishing that I had an automobile
As I feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that I am a hustler for real
So you know I got the stolen bus pass

Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a forty of fear
I see my old school partner, said his brother got popped
Pay my respects, "Can you ring the bell?" We came to my stop

The street light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign, it turns 'round
Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW
Which reflects off the fact that I'm broke, now what the fuck is new

I need loot, I sweat the motherfucka in the tweed suit
I'm in his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
Eased up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet

Didn't wanna fuck up the come up, so I
Smile with my eyes say, "Hey, how it's hanging, guy?"
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
Damn, this motherfucka had hella Andrew Jacksons

I'm a thief or pickpocket, give a fuck what you call it
Used to call ,em fat cats, I just call them wallets
Getting federal, ain't just a klepto
MasterCard or Visa, I'd gladly accept those

Sneaky motherfucka with a scam, know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun, but you already know
Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already low

Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it

My footsteps echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my stomach growling
Step to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin

I never pay for shit that I can get by doin' dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like murder
Damn, the shit I do for a free hamburger

"Well, you got my number you gon' call me tonite?"
It depends, is them burgers attached to a price?
"Sorry sorry." I'm just kidding, I'mma call you, even write you love letters
"It's all good." Thanks for the burgers, emm, hook me up with a Dr. Pepper

"That's cool you want some ice?"
Yeah, and some fries will be hella nice
"Damn, my manager is coming. Play it off, okay?
Have a nice day!" I'm up outta here, anyway

I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you can get got by an uzi
Over an oz, that's what an O.G. told me
Gots to find some place warm and cozy

To eat the vittles that I just got
Came to an underground parking lot
This place is good as any, fuck it, its all good
Walked in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood

Ate my burger, threw back my cola
Somebody said "Hey," it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller
"Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me
Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamborghini

It was Rollses, Ferraris and Jags by the dozen
A building door opened, damn it was my cousin
Gettin' offa work, dressed up, no lie
Tux, cummerbund and a black bow tie

I was like Hey - "Who is it?" - me
"Oh, what's up man? I just quit this company
They hella racist and the pay was too low."
I said aright, what was up in there though

"A party with rich motherfuckas. I don't know the situation
I know they got cabbage, owning corporations
IBM, Chryslers and shit is what they said."
Just then a light bulb went off in my head

They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Gimme your tux and I'll do some pocket swindling
Fin ta change in the bathroom and I freeze off my nuts
Let's take a short break while I get into this tux

Alright, I'm ready

Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
C-c-c-come with it

Fresh dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up, silver tray in my hand
"May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?"

My eyes shoots 'round the room there and here
Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow, "Copacabana"
And a strong ass scent of stogies from Havana

What no place where a brother might been
Snobby ol' ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
Alright then, let's begin this
Nights like this is good for business

Five minutes in the mix, noticed several different cliques
Talking, giggling and shit
Well, one motherfucka gave me twits
And everybody else jacking it, throttling
Found out later he own Coca-Cola bottling

Talking to a black man
Who's he confused we looking hella bourgie
Ass all tight and seditty recognized him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black man like Frank Nitty

Mr. Coke said to Mr. Mayor
"You know we got a process like Ice T's hair
We put up the funds for your election campaign
And, oh, um, waiter, can you bring the champagne?

A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
To make some condos out of low income housing
Immediately we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet

Harass and beat everybody till they look inebriated
When we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson
My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum"

That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo
Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy
Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community

This is how deep shit can get
It reads macaroni on my birth certificate
Poontang is my middle name but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled only knowing half the game

Shit, how the fuck I get up out this place?

Written by:

Boots Riley

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