Get that monkey off your back Get that monkey off your back Get that monkey, get that monkey Get that monkey off your back Get that monkey off your
Translation: The Coup. Get That Monkey Off Your Back.
you fuck around and get licked By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens
[Verse: WC] We been through SL Coupe Wrist froze like Igloo Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home
wanna see you in that Vicky Secret gown Clap on, clap off, I wanna see the lights go down Clap on, clap off, I wanna see you turn that thing around
care of that Caps get peeled on the regular Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back Kidnappin hos like
' for miles Out the black an' the 'Lac, swingers clap an' if they take yo' flax You'll get smacked for your packs Paper stacks an' you'll crack back yo' back
you can call me Ebonics Sideshows goin' nutty dumbin' out Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out Old school vans doors open, me in my Coupe With some stoners we get
me? Get up nice and close, ya I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he moves like that That's my motherfucking toy soldier I tell him pop that
Weezy got a style that even I can't find Man, some shit just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine And if that is under a gram, then that line ain
That Even I Can't Find Man, Some Shit Just Be So Hard, I Be Like That Line Ain't Mine And If That Is Under A Gram, Then That Line Ain't Mine And If You
FedEx, If I said it Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking home Get out my
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia Gun that
fiends, recognize my face Started payin' off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case You wanna freebase, I got them hovers for your ass You get high as a
spokes chrome Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup Like
pop bub and it even got grub I ride the top dubs, that do not rub That usually get my top scrubbed in the hot tub But Esther, kept makin these gestures That
Yo, yo come here man, come over here, duke Get your shit over here man No, yo stand over here, stand over here Get the fuck over here man Place to be,
