The Repo Man Sings For You 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Repo Man Sings For You |
| 歌手 | The Coup |
| 专辑 | Steal This Double Album |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones, Riley | |
| It's the repo man! reposession is my occupation | |
| It's not my fault you facin foreclosure, i told ya | |
| I'm just an agent, workin for the man | |
| And his manuscript say you owe him for this land | |
| Don't cry to me, and don't lie to me | |
| Actin like you ain't home, fakin on the phone | |
| You shoulda thought about that when you bought the benzy | |
| You missed a few increments | |
| Now we gotta come and get yo' shit | |
| If you slip on the payments | |
| I get paid to make sure that you pay rent | |
| Or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets | |
| Frozen meats, out your refridgerator | |
| Then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift | |
| Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit | |
| It's too late, your payment's way past your due date | |
| You couldn't hide from me, even with a new face | |
| Or plastic surgery, your debt's outstandin | |
| I don't care about your family, don't hand me | |
| No excuses, you know it's useless, no one's stoppin me | |
| Just get off the property before i bring the cops with me | |
| Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act | |
| Gimme your fax machine, playstation in the basement | |
| Adjacent, to the big screen television | |
| You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough | |
| The company want they g's, or the keys | |
| To the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay? | |
| I'm just doin my job (you know?) | |
| Collectin on your debts, now you're losin a wad | |
| Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook | |
| All get took, to my agency, then they payin me | |
| It ain't phasin me, that's my thing | |
| When i mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing | |
| La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8x* | |
| [boots] | |
| *thck* one, paycheck from sleepin on the street | |
| *tchka* two/too, many bills my scrill don't meet | |
| *tchka* three day notice from the landlord on the seat | |
| Fo-fo', caliber shots ain't discrete | |
| But mother****ers still jack frequent, no secret | |
| Cause they shit be delinquent | |
| And on closer inspection, reposession collection | |
| Motivates birth protection in the brokest section | |
| In other words, the ghetto | |
| Repo man, pullin strings like giupetto | |
| Squeeze two at him, let go | |
| Cause i just gotta be real | |
| I'm tired of informercials with them five-year payment deals | |
| See i was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment | |
| When i heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it | |
| So i run all the way down the hallway full throttle | |
| Don't give in is my motto, so i bust him with a bottle | |
| He screamin, "whatchu gon' pay me with?" | |
| Then he started laughin singin crazy shit | |
| [del] la la la la la la la, la la la la la | |
| I said, "shut the **** up," and then i banked him in the jaw | |
| But that was no use, even though he skidaddled | |
| Bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle | |
| When you pick up the receiver, i'm sick with a fever | |
| You don't know where i am either | |
| Even hillbillies at a party linedancin | |
| Get they ford trucks with poor financing | |
| Banks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst case | |
| We makin money cause we had it in the first place! | |
| And where was it that they got that cash from? | |
| You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass | |
| Well two weeks after that last altercation | |
| I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration | |
| My tv was gone and out the window from my room | |
| I heard the repo man sing his devious tune, it went | |
| [del] la la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8x* |
| zuo ci : Jones, Riley | |
| It' s the repo man! reposession is my occupation | |
| It' s not my fault you facin foreclosure, i told ya | |
| I' m just an agent, workin for the man | |
| And his manuscript say you owe him for this land | |
| Don' t cry to me, and don' t lie to me | |
| Actin like you ain' t home, fakin on the phone | |
| You shoulda thought about that when you bought the benzy | |
| You missed a few increments | |
| Now we gotta come and get yo' shit | |
| If you slip on the payments | |
| I get paid to make sure that you pay rent | |
| Or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets | |
| Frozen meats, out your refridgerator | |
| Then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift | |
| Heh, we don' t care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit | |
| It' s too late, your payment' s way past your due date | |
| You couldn' t hide from me, even with a new face | |
| Or plastic surgery, your debt' s outstandin | |
| I don' t care about your family, don' t hand me | |
| No excuses, you know it' s useless, no one' s stoppin me | |
| Just get off the property before i bring the cops with me | |
| Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act | |
| Gimme your fax machine, playstation in the basement | |
| Adjacent, to the big screen television | |
| You can' t tell the system no, we gotta get the dough | |
| The company want they g' s, or the keys | |
| To the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay? | |
| I' m just doin my job you know? | |
| Collectin on your debts, now you' re losin a wad | |
| Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook | |
| All get took, to my agency, then they payin me | |
| It ain' t phasin me, that' s my thing | |
| When i mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing | |
| La la la la la la la, la la la la la repeat 8x | |
| boots | |
| thck one, paycheck from sleepin on the street | |
| tchka two too, many bills my scrill don' t meet | |
| tchka three day notice from the landlord on the seat | |
| Fofo', caliber shots ain' t discrete | |
| But mother ers still jack frequent, no secret | |
| Cause they shit be delinquent | |
| And on closer inspection, reposession collection | |
| Motivates birth protection in the brokest section | |
| In other words, the ghetto | |
| Repo man, pullin strings like giupetto | |
| Squeeze two at him, let go | |
| Cause i just gotta be real | |
| I' m tired of informercials with them fiveyear payment deals | |
| See i was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment | |
| When i heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it | |
| So i run all the way down the hallway full throttle | |
| Don' t give in is my motto, so i bust him with a bottle | |
| He screamin, " whatchu gon' pay me with?" | |
| Then he started laughin singin crazy shit | |
| del la la la la la la la, la la la la la | |
| I said, " shut the up," and then i banked him in the jaw | |
| But that was no use, even though he skidaddled | |
| Bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don' t tattle | |
| When you pick up the receiver, i' m sick with a fever | |
| You don' t know where i am either | |
| Even hillbillies at a party linedancin | |
| Get they ford trucks with poor financing | |
| Banks that give the loan figure damn, in the worst case | |
| We makin money cause we had it in the first place! | |
| And where was it that they got that cash from? | |
| You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass | |
| Well two weeks after that last altercation | |
| I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration | |
| My tv was gone and out the window from my room | |
| I heard the repo man sing his devious tune, it went | |
| del la la la la la la la, la la la la la repeat 8x |
| zuò cí : Jones, Riley | |
| It' s the repo man! reposession is my occupation | |
| It' s not my fault you facin foreclosure, i told ya | |
| I' m just an agent, workin for the man | |
| And his manuscript say you owe him for this land | |
| Don' t cry to me, and don' t lie to me | |
| Actin like you ain' t home, fakin on the phone | |
| You shoulda thought about that when you bought the benzy | |
| You missed a few increments | |
| Now we gotta come and get yo' shit | |
| If you slip on the payments | |
| I get paid to make sure that you pay rent | |
| Or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets | |
| Frozen meats, out your refridgerator | |
| Then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift | |
| Heh, we don' t care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit | |
| It' s too late, your payment' s way past your due date | |
| You couldn' t hide from me, even with a new face | |
| Or plastic surgery, your debt' s outstandin | |
| I don' t care about your family, don' t hand me | |
| No excuses, you know it' s useless, no one' s stoppin me | |
| Just get off the property before i bring the cops with me | |
| Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act | |
| Gimme your fax machine, playstation in the basement | |
| Adjacent, to the big screen television | |
| You can' t tell the system no, we gotta get the dough | |
| The company want they g' s, or the keys | |
| To the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay? | |
| I' m just doin my job you know? | |
| Collectin on your debts, now you' re losin a wad | |
| Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook | |
| All get took, to my agency, then they payin me | |
| It ain' t phasin me, that' s my thing | |
| When i mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing | |
| La la la la la la la, la la la la la repeat 8x | |
| boots | |
| thck one, paycheck from sleepin on the street | |
| tchka two too, many bills my scrill don' t meet | |
| tchka three day notice from the landlord on the seat | |
| Fofo', caliber shots ain' t discrete | |
| But mother ers still jack frequent, no secret | |
| Cause they shit be delinquent | |
| And on closer inspection, reposession collection | |
| Motivates birth protection in the brokest section | |
| In other words, the ghetto | |
| Repo man, pullin strings like giupetto | |
| Squeeze two at him, let go | |
| Cause i just gotta be real | |
| I' m tired of informercials with them fiveyear payment deals | |
| See i was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment | |
| When i heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it | |
| So i run all the way down the hallway full throttle | |
| Don' t give in is my motto, so i bust him with a bottle | |
| He screamin, " whatchu gon' pay me with?" | |
| Then he started laughin singin crazy shit | |
| del la la la la la la la, la la la la la | |
| I said, " shut the up," and then i banked him in the jaw | |
| But that was no use, even though he skidaddled | |
| Bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don' t tattle | |
| When you pick up the receiver, i' m sick with a fever | |
| You don' t know where i am either | |
| Even hillbillies at a party linedancin | |
| Get they ford trucks with poor financing | |
| Banks that give the loan figure damn, in the worst case | |
| We makin money cause we had it in the first place! | |
| And where was it that they got that cash from? | |
| You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass | |
| Well two weeks after that last altercation | |
| I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration | |
| My tv was gone and out the window from my room | |
| I heard the repo man sing his devious tune, it went | |
| del la la la la la la la, la la la la la repeat 8x |
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