Boots Riley - Hip 2 Tha Skeme lyrics

Artist: The Coup Album: Genocide and Juice Song: Hip 2 Tha Skeme Chorus I get it done Make it one make it two make it three Right before it happens Make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9 Ten Well, motherf**a we can do it again Repeat [Boots Riley] See, I ain't never had sh** But my strife and my game and my life And all thems is just hand-downs from my granddaddy Limpin': the closest black folks ever came to pimpin' Stealing, hustling food stamps for that '94 Caddy How many days can I stretch this box of grits sh** never quits I'm a brother pitching fits Or pitching sh** I use my mouth where I lack muscle Anything to make the rent Yo give up the hustle I know the U.S. economy and I could run it I'm about to make these four dollars into four hundred Ain't nothing happening but the serious gank While they got billions in the bank We just got money on the dank And when we got fresh rims we on top On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock? Gun on co*k but we seen it in the past Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your a** [E-Roc] Twenties and tens, its all about making ends No need to sin to uplift a California living But I grin, cause all I remember as a tot was them OGs Gankin' motherf**ers with them Glocks And now the rocks is in my pockets And my spot's hot like the Hawaiian tropics A taskforce topic spent six months in C.Y.A Even though the yay is brought in by the C.I.A See, I'm a motherf**a that's done some dirt for my meal ticket But I've learned quick you gots to deal with it Well I did for twenty-two f**ing years You damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed tears And its clear to my ear I had to learn that knowledge Cause after 12th grade I had to say f** college And the knowledge no longer will I waste my time Diploma stuck in my hand But I'm stuck to the grind I'm steady mobbing Back to the police station They checking me but it's inflation that's doing this taking No hesitating, can't be waiting let me do my thing I was hooked like a fiend, but now I'm hip to tha skeme Chorus [Boots] I heard "recognize game when its in your face" I'm spitting the game so close to you You could feel the wet trace If everybody in the hood had a Ph.D You'd say "That doctor flip that burger hella good for me!" Two hundred thousand brothers marching, one mind, one place to go Ain't no revolution, they just walking to the liquor store Here take a swigger so its quicker bro the n***a-ro Just wants to get through the rigamarole I been here before A typical ho ain't really no different Except that she would know that cain't no prostitute Become a pimp up in this system It'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot But ain't no twist up in this cemetery plot [E-Roc] Since 1954 Pop's been hustling for that dough My girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro This sh** is getting steep I'm getting ill ready to k** The only thing I can inherit is an overdue bill Now its six in the morning I stride to the ride As I glide down the street I can't get too far cause my gas is kissing "E" I'm not yet free But you don't hear me though Unless you creeping slow past my drive-through window [Boots] Now if you wondering 'bout my f**ed-up fickle frown It's cause I'm thinking 'bout how the wealth don't trickle down Listen to that beat nickle pound as my homies in the back Pa** the nickle bag around, and I'm looking at the street Through the fogged up windows knowing if I was walking Id be smelling stench or piss or stale p**y in your window I ask "When those stores get closed down?" A system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town No proof of purchase here my a** is purchase-proof an*lyzed how they f**ed us like if I was Dr. Ruth I'm uncouth with the truth they started with nothing Robbed and ganked and k**ed Ain't no po folks getting rich Unless some caps is getting peeled Except for a couple of motherf**as who done live their Token scene, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous Front page of the magazine But that's a known trick Tell them s** their own dick I'm hip to the skeme I'm finsta bring up the whole clique Chorus