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Takin' These

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

This song contains a sample from "Get It Up" by The Time.
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Come up, come up, come up man
Come up, come up, come up man
Come up, come up man
Come up, come up man

Get it up, I mean give it up, fool
Now give me those minerals and those jewels
Because it's me, the EOVA tech and I'm back with this jacket
Getting up on some products that I'm lacking

Well I'm that other ruthless type of brother
Oh you ain't heard about my antics?
Shit, I ran clicks through history that left the US frantic
Get us all romantic before they fucked us
Trying a hand trick with a glock 'fore they bust us

Four hundred years ago, fool, where is my gold?
The year is '94, black folks ain't taking it no more
We on the rise, The Coup is not the bad guys
You know, taking it from the rich, giving it back to the poor

So yo, put those dividends down on the floor and get real
I can't feed my family with a Happy Meal
To the rescue but not Lone Ranger with the lasso
I got the 9mm pointed at your asshole

Yo, so Mr. IBM, give it up smooth
'Cause this time more than your bowels gonna move
See, it's a family thing, so don't even trip
My cousin JD got the nine and my mama got the extra clip

So please, oh please, oh please
Give me them Nikes and free cheese
And, while you're on them knees
Break me off for my G's, 'cause

We are taking these if you please (cheerio)
We are taking these if you don't please (check it out)
We are taking these if you please (cheerio)
We are taking these if you don't please

Knock knock, motherfucka, let me in
I just wanna kick it in your big ass den
And if you don't like it, take two to the chin
And show me to the kitchen 'cause my kids is getting thin

I don't have to talk shit about packing a gat, in fact
You could get fucked by any other motherfucker where I live at
Hear that money here is crystal clear, punk
Fuck that fiscal year junk, meet the pistol gripped punk

Pistol gripped punk, meet Mr. Rockefeller
We gonna take him out do him like Old Yeller
It's been too damn long this proper day mutual
That's why today, it won't be business as usual

Call me the repo man, I'mma make it equal and
I'mma get you if you play my little sequel can
I know you're down with the Klan, but you must understand
You did the crime, so now it's time to put this nine in my hand

So put the money in the bag and 86 the tricks
Don't forget to add grits with those afro picks
And free licks flowing fast, 'cause I ain't living fat
Boots, you got my back? Where the fuck you at?

I'm getting ammunition out the Pinto hatchback
Refer to this as Operation: Snatchback
'Cause I got the bullets and the hollow-tips to distribute equally
So who's the niggas, thugs and pimps you mention frequently?

Take me with frequency, now I know you got mail
And if my glock fails, take a sip of this Molotov cocktail
Oh, is that your Rolls Royce? Come off up them keys
'Cause we are taking these even if you don't please

We are taking these if you please (cheerio)
We are taking these if you don't please (check it out)
We are taking these if you please (cheerio)
We are taking these if you don't please

How does it feel when you got no food?
Take out the supermarkets so the people wouldn't feel the move
How does it feel when you got no cash?
How you think it feel when your pockets singing "Make it last"

I choose to rock the boat instead of Rock the Vote
We threw the mayor's body in the bay to see if it would sink or float
You try to be the mac to me, you can't, we got agility
We taking factories, production plants and all facilities

We got a gang of motherfuckas who done eat their Wheaties
No peace treaties, you swimming in your own feces
Screwed us, now you're through with us and don't need us
Shoulda used a rubber 'cause this shit developed like a fetus

Sixteen carloads packed full of chicken
I'm riding shotgun and my trigger finger's itching
This shit is real, we got the info meal
It's to drop it off at the spot at 23rd and Foothill

I give a fuck if you the army, navy or marines
Ain't shit to lose 'cause we broke but packing Uzi magazines
I see the po-po with the trigger and flip the birdies six feet in the dirt
'Cause I guess he hadn't heard that

We are taking these if you please (cheerio)
We are taking these if you don't please (check it out)
We are taking these if you please (cheerio)
We are taking these if you don't please

Written by:

Raymond Riley Wikipedia16

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Glock Wikipedia16 / Happy Meal Wikipedia16 / Lone Ranger Wikipedia16 / Nikes Wikipedia16 / free cheese Wikipedia16 / John D. Rockefeller Wikipedia16 / Old Yeller Wikipedia16 / the Klan Wikipedia16 / this nine Wikipedia16 / Pinto Wikipedia16 / Hollow-tips Wikipedia16 / Molotov cocktail Wikipedia16 / Rolls Royce Wikipedia16 / Rock the Vote Wikipedia16 / Wheaties Wikipedia16 / Uzi Wikipedia16

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