Take That Money

[Intro 1: comedy skit]

So here it is!

At the Saturday Night Gun Mart

A double barrel over and under pump-spray fully automatic semi-automatic

It's a famous brand name, I can't mention it...

I can't read it... think its from Czechoslovakia?

Just want to wound him in the hand??

We've got a full assortment of handguns!

Easy credit, never a hold up at the cashier's

At Saturday Night Gun Mart – where you are the target!

[Intro 2: live music sample]

Doin' the do (Uh!)

You're doin' the do

You're doin' the do (Doin' it)

You're doin' the do (Just doin' the do!)

Doin' the do (Doin' it)

You're doin' the do (Doin' it)

[Hook: Madlib, Oh No & Roc 'C']

This is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

And this is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

We take that...

[Verse 1: Oh No]

Now, evacuate the building

The spot's on fire, just look at the ceiling

A billion bucks, and that's how I'm feeling

I speed to spots until the paint starts peeling

And on the real, you can't borrow what you stealing

Then trick it off, dog, this is natural business

American dream, the hustler's nightmare

Dollars on trees? Fuck it, man, it ain't here!

When you all broke then the vision's so stuck clear

Until the dough runs up on you then it's gone – damn!

After the hounds, I blow one in the air

This shit next year, dog, everywhere

Taxes on all y'all, like IRS'es

More dough to make, more dough to take, like Robin Hood lessons

And take green like Robin Hood's presence

Fill the hood with presents like I'm holding the weapon

"Nigga, back up!"

[Hook: Madlib, Oh No & Roc 'C']

This is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

And this is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

We take that...

[Verse 2: Roc 'C']

Relax all pressure

It only comes around if you let another nigga stress ya

Niggas pitbulls when they go against the lesser

Back against the wall, slam his hand in the dresser

Everywhere we go, we see 'em popping they eyes out

I'm feeling like gold and I'm blowing they mind out

I'm on the prowl, growl, sick and tired of these fakes

They talk behind ya back, then they giggle in ya face, yeah

Runnin' over cowards, bark til I die

Higher than ever, like a ribbon in the sky

Ma, the game ain't like it used to be

Niggas on the sidelines, acting like they cool with me

But do I really know you?

Yeah, I'm so old school, my pick got a black fist

Backflips ain't a part of my life

Break 'em down with a gun or a knife

Not sure? Better get some advice

Hit a hot muthafucka with ice? Think twice, nigga!

Nigga! (Twice!)

[Hook: Madlib, Oh No & Roc 'C']

This is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

And this is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

And this is what we...

Get out...

Money...

Get out...

We take that money and then we get out

And this is what we do when we get out

We take that money and then we get out

[Outro: movie sample]

Well, get ya shit together, bitch!

And make damn sure it's straight

And see how well you do against this snub nose .38!

Hello!

Goodbye

Alright, let's get into the shit now...!