letra de stick up kid - the b boys
stick up kids run loose when the skies are dark
on the train, on the streets, they lurkin’ in the park
you can call it [?], call it big city
you wanna big [?] dealing [?] frank nitti
workin’ hard at the job just to [?] rob
some work on their own, some work in the mob
stickin’ kids, stickin’ mothers, stick your sisters and brothers
they take the last sip of the bread and b-tter
the girl down the block got [picked?] in the hall
she had nothing to give, they took her bra and drawers
my girl and i were robbed at gunpoint
i even got stuck for a lousy joint
my cazals were sn-tched right off my face
thеy took my cousin’s check while he plеaded his case
with the silver and gold, diamond and pearls
you’d better watch your back, homeboy, homegirls
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kids!
well i was coming home from a hard day’s work
i stopped in the arcade, had money to jerk
i dropped a few quarters inside the machine
and when i heard this brother yell out and scream
he said “freeze, don’t move, or blink an eye
i want your money or your gold before you die
now you can try me if you want to, you know i’ll shoot
so take a nap, don’t sleep, brother don’t give a hoot”
so i said to myself, “please, don’t take it away
i have kids to feed, i have rent to pay”
so he took me down the block and i just stopped
i turned around, knocked him down, and ran a few blocks
so he put up a chase, at a steady pace
i twist my ankle and almost fell and bust my face
and with the speed i possess, i slipped away
and that’s why i’m here telling you this today
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kids!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kids!
you wanna be down, givin’ pounds
eatin’ almond joys, chewin’ mounds
runnin’ the street, rockin’ the beat
watching bernard king from a front row seat
you starvin’ desperado, you stole my eldorado
and left my car stranded in denver, colorado
then bragged and boast from coast to coast
but between me and you, i had your girl the most
you knuckleheads, still wear pro keds
can’t buy new adidas ’cause you have no bread
your breath smells rotty, your hair all knotty
your face all spotty and and your nose all snotty
you hang around the bars drinkin’ too much bacardi
you know you’re not down, you can’t join this party
you know you can’t fight, always talkin’ about karate
you’re nothin’ but a fool and you ain’t n0body!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kids!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kids!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kid!
stick up kids!
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