Street Sweeper Social Club - Promenade (Guitar Fury Remix) lyrics

Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap Gon' talk smack, flash my gat I'm finna spit and hold my dick And heat sh** up like a thermostat Grab your partner by the chaps Give your partner a pimp-slap To symbolize the ghetto trap Step to the right, give three claps Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks Ain't sh** cookin' on the stove but crack This is the bat this hell begat 'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs Two by two, Promenade Duck from a B1 bomber raid Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made Banks get paid off petrol trade Circulate, Dosey-do How much cash could a o-z grow? 'Til all are fed and all have beds My skin is black; my star is red FBI comin' round the outside Which one of us finna die tonight? Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite Or make a whole muthaf**in' world ignite? Everybody throw them bows Right upside your partner's nose By now you've got bloody clothes Crabs in the barrel, so the story goes Think of all their savage acts Grabbin' scratch from average cats Bureaucrats with strings attached Walk in place; light the match Two by two, Promenade Duck from a B1 bomber raid Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made Banks get paid off petrol trade Circulate, Dosey-do How much cash could a o-z grow? 'Til all are fed and all have beds My skin is black; my star is red Everybody, get down low 'Bout the level of your toes These dance moves we usually do Are not the ones that we have chose Grab on to that beat and grind Try your best to stay alive We can run, we can't hide Might as well just stay and fight Two by two, Promenade Duck from a B1 bomber raid Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made Banks get paid off petrol trade Circulate, Dosey-do How much cash could a o-z grow? Till all are fed and all have beds My skin is black; my star is red