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letra de do my thang - the coup

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[boots:] yo! d-mn man, i’ve been waiting 20 minutes

[dawud:] man, don’t even trip, the movie just started

-woman singing-

[boots:] what are we seeing, anyway?

[dawud:] who cares? it’s free

[boots:] [?] they [?] motherf-ckers in this movie already? man…

[man:] excuse me gentlemen, [?] see you to the [?], please

[dawud:] aw man, i have to [?]

[boots:] me too

[man:] can it, ship it, and sell it, fellas. that’s why you sneaked in here

[boots:] well, flip it, smack it, [?] it down, that wasn’t us!

[man:] okay, we’re calling the police

[dawud:] man, [?]

[boots:] my partner got a bootleg of that movie anyway. i’m h-lla hungry though

[dawud:] i’m starving too, man. i don’t get paid til friday

[boots:] man, look at all them people over there! there’s some kind of function at that big–ss church

[dawud:] yeah, and they might be serving food!

[boots:] [?]

-footsteps-

[dawud:] this is a funeral, ain’t no food in here, lets go!

[boots:] wait a second, wait a second. this dude was on the news, this is that rich dude that died, yeah, named filthy rich banks. he owned metropolitan machine company, you know, he made millions paying people six dollars an hour. despicable motherf-cker. you know i have to do my thing

[dawud:] your thing? what thing?!

[boots:] my thang, you know, my thang! first we gotta sneak up in there

[dawud:] man, how we gonna sneak up in there!?

[boots:] we gonna use number eight

[dawud:] number eight?

[boots:] yeah, but this time not only are you paralyzed, you’re also the organ player

[dawud:] what!? i can’t play no organs!

[boots:] don’t trip, you’re gonna see! okay, hop up in my arms

[dawud:] nah man, [?]

[boots:] don’t be no punk, hop up in my arms!

-grunt, footsteps-

[boots, footsteps throughout:] excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me

[man:] excuse me sir, but you can’t come in here

[boots:] we have to, he’s the organ player. obviously we’re late

[dawud:] yeah man, uh, we’re late, sorry i’m late

[man:] who are you? why are you carrying him?

[boots:] you think i’m doing this for fun? this man is paralyzed! from the waist down! his wheelchair is broken, y’know? so i gotta carry him, i’m his -ssistant t— i gotta carry him to this gig today. if you don’t let me, y’know, if you don’t let me in, i may end up dropping him

[man:] alright

[boots:] he’ll sue you

[man:] okay, straight to the left

-footsteps, creaking-

[dawud:] man, put me down [?] you know i can’t play!

[boots:] come on man, i’m just trying to do my thing, you know i gotta do it

[dawud:] what to do… what to do…

[boots:] play, man! everybody’s looking at us!

[dawud:] i can’t!

-organ-

[boots:] just keep hitting it, dawud. i’ma be back

[dawud:] oh, i’m nervous, i’m nervous, what to do…

[boots:] i’d like to pay my respects

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