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​Hip 2 tha Skeme

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

Original video
Make it one, make it two, make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four, make it five, make it six
Make it seven, make it eight, make it nine, ten
Come on motherfucka, we can do it again

Make it one, make it two, make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four, make it five, make it six
Make it seven, make it eight, make it nine, ten
Come on motherfucka, we can do it again


See I ain't never had shit but my strife and my game and my life
And all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy Lidvens
For them whose black folks ever came to steal
And hustling food stamps for that nine to four caddy

How many days can I stretch this box of grits
Shit never quits, I'm a brother pitching fits or pitching shit
I use my mouth or a leg muscle, anything to make the rent
Yo, you know the hustle

I know the US economy and I could run it
I'm 'bout to make these four dollars into four hundred
Ain't nothing happening but this serious game
While they got billions in the bank, we just got money on the deck

And when we got fresh rims, we on top
On top of what? When the kitchen table's on hock
Gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass

$20s and $10s, it's all about making ends
No need to sin to uplift a California living
But I'd rear 'cause err I remember as a tot
Was the OGs skank you mothafuckas with the glocks

And now the rocks is in my pockets
And my spots hot like the Hawaiian tropics
A task force topic 'cause this one's a CYA
Even though the yay is brought in by the CIA

See I'm a mothafucka that's done some dirt for my meal ticket
But I've learned quick you gots to deal with it
Well, I dealed for twenty-two fucking years
You damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed tears

And it's clear to my ear, I had to learn that knowledge
'Cause after 12th grade I had to say, "Fuck college"
And the knowledge, no longer will I waste my time
The chrome was stuck in my ear, but I'm stuck to the grind

I'm steady mobbin' back to the police station
They checkin' me but it's inflation, that's doin this takin'
No hesitatin', can't be waitin', let me do my thing
I was hooked like a fiend, but now I'm hip 2 tha skeme

Make it one, make it two, make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four, make it five, make it six
Make it seven, make it eight, make it nine, ten
Come on motherfucka, we can do it again

Make it one, make it two, make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four, make it five, make it six
Make it seven, make it eight, make it nine, ten
Come on motherfucka, we can do it again


I heard recognized game when it's in your face
I'm spitting the game so close to you, you could feel the wet trace
If everybody in the hood had a PHD
You'd say that doctor, "Flip that burger. Hell, it good for me."

200,000 brothers watching one mind, one place to go
Ain't no revolution, they just walking to the liquor store
Here, take a swagger, so its quicker 'round the niggerroe
Just wanna get rich, the rigmarole, I been here before

A typical ho, ain't really no different
Except that she would know that can't no prostitute become a pimp up in this system
It'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
But ain't no twist up in this cemetery plot

Since 1954, I's been hustling for that dough
My girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
This shit is getting steep, I'm getting ill ready to kill
The only thing I can inherit is an overdue bill

Now it's six in the morning, I stride to the ride
As I glide down the street, I can't get to park 'cause my gas is kissing heat
I'm not yet free, but you don't hear me though
Unless you creeping soap past my drive through window

Now if you wondering 'bout my fucked up fickle frown
Is 'cause I'm thinking 'bout how the wealth don't trickle down
Listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back
Pass the nickle bag around and I'm looking at the street

Through the fogged up windows knew if I was walking
I'd be smelling stench or piss or stale pussy in your window
I ask when those stores get closed down
A system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town

No proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof
Analyze how they fucked us like if I was Dr. Ruth
I'm on proof with the truth they started with nothing
Robbed and ganked and killed
Ain't no po' folks getting rich, 'lest some caps is getting picked

'Cept for a couple of mothafuckas who done live their token
Seen lifestyles of the rich and famous, front page of the magazine
But that's a known trick, tell them suck their own dick
I'm hip 2 tha skeme, my fist will bring up the whole clique

Make it one, make it two, make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four, make it five, make it six
Make it seven, make it eight, make it nine, ten
Come on motherfucka, we can do it again

Make it one, make it two, make it three
Right before it happens
Make it four, make it five, make it six
Make it seven, make it eight, make it nine, ten
Come on motherfucka, we can do it again

Written by:

Raymond Riley Wikipedia16

annotations:

Glock Wikipedia16 / CYA Wikipedia16 / CIA Wikipedia16 / PHD Wikipedia16 / Dr. Ruth Wikipedia16