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  • 作词 : Riley
    {*scratched: "Help me out"*}
    {^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
    {*scratched: "Help me out"*}
    {^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    (Boots)
    Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin
    On the turf debatin how to get it percolatin
    He workin you while we happy just to work a day
    But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin {^1}
    Do you checks have elasticity?
    Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity?
    Did you scream and yell explicitly?
    Force the boss into complicity {^1}
    I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
    Rollin **** fiend rentals through your residential
    Broke as ****, eatin lentils with no utensil
    Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential {^1}
    They own sweats shops, pet cops and fields of cola
    Murder babies with they molars on the areola
    Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
    Bump this rollin {^1} in your bucket or your new Corolla
    Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my ***** out
    Yellin, "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!"
    Wanna know what this demeanor's bout? City tried to clean us out
    Green is clout, shut 'em down {^1} they ain't never seen a drought
    You interviewed but they ain't callin you back
    And for the record I ain't called it a gat
    But tuck this in the small of your back
    Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap {^1}
    (Chorus)
    (Boots)
    'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper
    If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
    Ugly is even skin deeper
    If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer {^1}
    They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
    I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
    Spillin swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
    Flip off the lid, who you {^1} pourin fo'?
    You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uhh
    "Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller
    They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla
    Factory in Mexico, bought {^1} a spring villa
    I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
    You know the city and the avenue
    If you the boss we'll be smabbin through, and we'll be grabbin you
    To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" {^1}
    And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    (Boots)
    Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
    When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
    You could throw a twenty in a vat 'o hot oil
    When he jump in after it watch him boil {^1}
    Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
    If you can find he can swim
    put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
    Videotape and the party don't end {^1}
    Tell that boogers be sellin like crack
    He gon' put the little baggies in his nose, and suffocate like that
    Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
    When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one
    Make sure you ain't got no priors
    Don't tell 'em that we conspired
    We could let him try to change a flat tire
    Or we could all at once retire
    There are just a few of the
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flow then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flow then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
    L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl?
    Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
    Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl?
    Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
    Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl?
    New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
    London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl?
    Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
    Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl?
    Yeah
    The Coup
    Boots Riley
    Pam the Funkstress
    It's really goin' down
    Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
    The Coup
    You know, sum'n, sum'n
  • 作词 : Riley
    {*scratched: "Help me out"*}
    {^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
    {*scratched: "Help me out"*}
    {^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    (Boots)
    Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin
    On the turf debatin how to get it percolatin
    He workin you while we happy just to work a day
    But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin {^1}
    Do you checks have elasticity?
    Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity?
    Did you scream and yell explicitly?
    Force the boss into complicity {^1}
    I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
    Rollin **** fiend rentals through your residential
    Broke as ****, eatin lentils with no utensil
    Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential {^1}
    They own sweats shops, pet cops and fields of cola
    Murder babies with they molars on the areola
    Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
    Bump this rollin {^1} in your bucket or your new Corolla
    Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my ***** out
    Yellin, "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!"
    Wanna know what this demeanor's bout? City tried to clean us out
    Green is clout, shut 'em down {^1} they ain't never seen a drought
    You interviewed but they ain't callin you back
    And for the record I ain't called it a gat
    But tuck this in the small of your back
    Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap {^1}
    (Chorus)
    (Boots)
    'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper
    If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
    Ugly is even skin deeper
    If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer {^1}
    They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
    I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
    Spillin swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
    Flip off the lid, who you {^1} pourin fo'?
    You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uhh
    "Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller
    They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla
    Factory in Mexico, bought {^1} a spring villa
    I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
    You know the city and the avenue
    If you the boss we'll be smabbin through, and we'll be grabbin you
    To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" {^1}
    And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    (Boots)
    Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
    When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
    You could throw a twenty in a vat 'o hot oil
    When he jump in after it watch him boil {^1}
    Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
    If you can find he can swim
    put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
    Videotape and the party don't end {^1}
    Tell that boogers be sellin like crack
    He gon' put the little baggies in his nose, and suffocate like that
    Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
    When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one
    Make sure you ain't got no priors
    Don't tell 'em that we conspired
    We could let him try to change a flat tire
    Or we could all at once retire
    There are just a few of the
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flow then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
    Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
    Let him off the flow then bait him with the dough
    You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
    Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
    L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl?
    Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
    Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl?
    Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
    Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl?
    New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
    London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl?
    Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
    Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl?
    Yeah
    The Coup
    Boots Riley
    Pam the Funkstress
    It's really goin' down
    Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
    The Coup
    You know, sum'n, sum'n