Coffee, Donuts & Death Lyrics
| Song | Coffee, Donuts & Death |
| Artist | Paris |
| Album | Sleeping with the Enemy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Paris | |
| 12:15, lay real low at night | |
| Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight | |
| Finna to go clip they wings | |
| But gotta keep it neat and clean | |
| One-time [blam] make it so they momma cry | |
| Y'all shoulda eased up when I told you last time | |
| But now I gotta do it the hard way | |
| P-A-Y-back day | |
| Then we see 'em, the black and white on sixth street | |
| Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D's | |
| And pulled up to the window | |
| Ssshhh! Big Yon creeped on him real slow | |
| He could see when he looked at me | |
| That a brother wasn't thinkin 'bout shit but the payback | |
| Rollin' with a panther, trained well | |
| No need for the hollerin' - fuck jail | |
| Only two gats in the ride | |
| But the black still had, the element of surprise | |
| Now I'm aimin' straight for the dome | |
| 'Cause I'm thinkin about my homey's moms alone | |
| Cryin' cause her baby's dead man | |
| This pig finna kiss the lead man | |
| As an example so all the blue coats know | |
| You get poached when you fuck with black folk | |
| Said it 'til my voice was hoarse | |
| I ain't down with excessive force | |
| But of course I wasn't heard so I'm silent now | |
| Black folk can't be non-violent now | |
| I'd rather just lay you down, spray you down | |
| 'Til justice come around | |
| Cause without it there'll be no peace | |
| The only motherfuckin' pig that I eat is police | |
| Do it like Che said, so it work | |
| Stampede, retreat in guerrilla spurts | |
| And see that ya caps are peeled like potatoes | |
| 'Cause this is a war and pigs hate us | |
| If ya don't think so ask Nina G | |
| 'Cause she was raped two times by OPD | |
| By a motherfuckin' pig named Riley | |
| So when I pinch I don't flinch or smile, see | |
| I just laid low for the night to come | |
| Rounded the click, to straight drop the bomb | |
| And got with K-Cloud for the throwaways | |
| Went far, rented a car, and took off the plates | |
| And came back through to the place where | |
| Everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at | |
| Stepped up, crept up, as I held my breath | |
| And then I squeezed, coffee, donuts, and... | |
| [blam blam blam, blam, blam] | |
| (Officer down, we need backup, there's an office down here | |
| oh shit!) | |
| ...death |
| zuo ci : Paris | |
| 12: 15, lay real low at night | |
| Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight | |
| Finna to go clip they wings | |
| But gotta keep it neat and clean | |
| Onetime blam make it so they momma cry | |
| Y' all shoulda eased up when I told you last time | |
| But now I gotta do it the hard way | |
| PAYback day | |
| Then we see ' em, the black and white on sixth street | |
| Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D' s | |
| And pulled up to the window | |
| Ssshhh! Big Yon creeped on him real slow | |
| He could see when he looked at me | |
| That a brother wasn' t thinkin ' bout shit but the payback | |
| Rollin' with a panther, trained well | |
| No need for the hollerin' fuck jail | |
| Only two gats in the ride | |
| But the black still had, the element of surprise | |
| Now I' m aimin' straight for the dome | |
| ' Cause I' m thinkin about my homey' s moms alone | |
| Cryin' cause her baby' s dead man | |
| This pig finna kiss the lead man | |
| As an example so all the blue coats know | |
| You get poached when you fuck with black folk | |
| Said it ' til my voice was hoarse | |
| I ain' t down with excessive force | |
| But of course I wasn' t heard so I' m silent now | |
| Black folk can' t be nonviolent now | |
| I' d rather just lay you down, spray you down | |
| ' Til justice come around | |
| Cause without it there' ll be no peace | |
| The only motherfuckin' pig that I eat is police | |
| Do it like Che said, so it work | |
| Stampede, retreat in guerrilla spurts | |
| And see that ya caps are peeled like potatoes | |
| ' Cause this is a war and pigs hate us | |
| If ya don' t think so ask Nina G | |
| ' Cause she was raped two times by OPD | |
| By a motherfuckin' pig named Riley | |
| So when I pinch I don' t flinch or smile, see | |
| I just laid low for the night to come | |
| Rounded the click, to straight drop the bomb | |
| And got with KCloud for the throwaways | |
| Went far, rented a car, and took off the plates | |
| And came back through to the place where | |
| Everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at | |
| Stepped up, crept up, as I held my breath | |
| And then I squeezed, coffee, donuts, and... | |
| blam blam blam, blam, blam | |
| Officer down, we need backup, there' s an office down here | |
| oh shit! | |
| ... death |
| zuò cí : Paris | |
| 12: 15, lay real low at night | |
| Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight | |
| Finna to go clip they wings | |
| But gotta keep it neat and clean | |
| Onetime blam make it so they momma cry | |
| Y' all shoulda eased up when I told you last time | |
| But now I gotta do it the hard way | |
| PAYback day | |
| Then we see ' em, the black and white on sixth street | |
| Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D' s | |
| And pulled up to the window | |
| Ssshhh! Big Yon creeped on him real slow | |
| He could see when he looked at me | |
| That a brother wasn' t thinkin ' bout shit but the payback | |
| Rollin' with a panther, trained well | |
| No need for the hollerin' fuck jail | |
| Only two gats in the ride | |
| But the black still had, the element of surprise | |
| Now I' m aimin' straight for the dome | |
| ' Cause I' m thinkin about my homey' s moms alone | |
| Cryin' cause her baby' s dead man | |
| This pig finna kiss the lead man | |
| As an example so all the blue coats know | |
| You get poached when you fuck with black folk | |
| Said it ' til my voice was hoarse | |
| I ain' t down with excessive force | |
| But of course I wasn' t heard so I' m silent now | |
| Black folk can' t be nonviolent now | |
| I' d rather just lay you down, spray you down | |
| ' Til justice come around | |
| Cause without it there' ll be no peace | |
| The only motherfuckin' pig that I eat is police | |
| Do it like Che said, so it work | |
| Stampede, retreat in guerrilla spurts | |
| And see that ya caps are peeled like potatoes | |
| ' Cause this is a war and pigs hate us | |
| If ya don' t think so ask Nina G | |
| ' Cause she was raped two times by OPD | |
| By a motherfuckin' pig named Riley | |
| So when I pinch I don' t flinch or smile, see | |
| I just laid low for the night to come | |
| Rounded the click, to straight drop the bomb | |
| And got with KCloud for the throwaways | |
| Went far, rented a car, and took off the plates | |
| And came back through to the place where | |
| Everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at | |
| Stepped up, crept up, as I held my breath | |
| And then I squeezed, coffee, donuts, and... | |
| blam blam blam, blam, blam | |
| Officer down, we need backup, there' s an office down here | |
| oh shit! | |
| ... death |
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