Street Sweeper Social Club

I am your host for the evening Don't take the bullet out, leave it in Intoxicate me till I'm bleedin' gin And I still walk straighter than them thievin' men 5 million ways to ho, choose one Consider this game to go, use some Stockbrokers pace the flo

Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh 100 little curses Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh 100 little curses Now you tumble and fall Down your grand marble stairway May the caviar pate you were eating Block your airway May your manse

Tired, broke and winded We get low percentage So, I'm so committed And I'm so commended But when I say it's to the death that's open ended I might never die Til bosses is crooked and ended I might never rhyme unless I put Oakland In it I might never

And the wealth don't trickle down People pinchin' every nickel now Even if we don't fight, bodies hit the ground I spit the sound of a million fists finna pound I'm in the crowd till this whole thing switch around Our brains are on temporary disconne

Now can you clap for the killers? Give it up for them gangsters One time for the killers Double up for them gangsters Well I wrote this for criminals But all of y'all should listen at me Now if you ever catch me snitchin' Just haul off and slap me Th

Listen to the shotgun sonata From personas non grata With a plot to rock harder than the second intifada I do drink firewater But I'm more like Hiyawatha And we'll slaughter, slaughter, slaughter your armada Inform your scholars that our alma mater's