Rush Hour movie - Tell the Feds lyrics

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Song by Too $hort<br /><br>

[Intro:]<br>

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And it don't stop to the beat, baby<br>

Funky Fresh on the microphone<br>

One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch)<br>

Short Dogg's in the motherfuckin house<br>

doin what we always do, a stack<br>

(Gettin money) Gettin money (Gettin money)<br>

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[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]<br>

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Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(Fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit)<br>

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(You got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)<br>

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(Tell em Short, tell em!!!)<br>

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!)<br>

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[Verse One:]<br>

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You broke the law, and you got caught<br>

Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought<br>

Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads<br>

If you had five, you already lost four<br>

Straight apprehended, handcuffed and can't stand it<br>

Don't wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded<br>

A felony, strike number two<br>

Federal Agents like, "What you wanna do?"<br>

Make a choice, so you start to think back<br>

Short Dogg was a nigga that always rapped<br>

Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope<br>

I sold dope fiend music for your stereo<br>

Sittin at the crossroads in '84<br>

I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin coke<br>

Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack<br>

Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack<br>

My niggas wouldn't do it, I love em for that<br>

cos now I still rap and get paid to gat<br>

Since '87, that's how the shit comes<br>

We made two hundred thousand in six months<br>

Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin<br>

Fuck buyin *?boats?*, niggas makin hundreds<br>

Legit, you think I'm stupid, bitch<br>

I bought a studio so I can do this shit<br>

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[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]<br>

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Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(You got it twisted, Bridget<br>

Why pressin charges when I'm depressin hard and shit)<br>

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(Run tell em, tell em Short, tell em)<br>

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[Verse Two:]<br>

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I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit<br>

I never sold *?company due?*, I can't knock it<br>

cos the inner city public school system is fucked<br>

Go to class all day, you ain't gettin enough<br>

So at 3:15 it's time to put in work<br>

Buy you some dope and go hit the turf<br>

Ain't no scholarship, no rap contract<br>

but a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack<br>

I got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme<br>

I've been sellin rap tapes since I was 15<br>

I told the Oakland police, too many times<br>

I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes<br>

I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom<br>

You never could make me realise I need em<br>

I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions<br>

I know what police want, I feel em<br>

I'm always ballin right there in the hype<br>

Instantly, dope dealer stereotype<br>

but shit is serious, I know I never sold drugs<br>

so why these motherfuckers tryin ta roll me up?<br>

And smoke me, why? No one knows<br>

The only thing I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes<br>

I don't smoke coke blunts and sho' don't sell em<br>

Call the FBI, somebody please tell em<br>

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[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]<br>

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Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(All you motherfuckers is lookin at us rock jewelery and shit<br>

That's all you are)<br>

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(Somebody better tell em we got receipts)<br>

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[Verse Three:]<br>

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Rap is brand new, not long ago<br>

Made a billion dollars last year round the globe<br>

Now all the little kids can't let it go<br>

to the new millenium with a brand new flow<br>

Too $hort baby straight from the O<br>

If you're like me, you're tryin ta make some doe<br>

Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe<br>

Pimp her real hard and then take it slow<br>

When I rap to a bitch, I'm a pro<br>

I spit this game like never befo'<br>

Grab the microphone and always rock the show<br>

then I grab me a freak, tell her "Keep it on the low"<br>

If I take her to my house she won't say no<br>

I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo'<br>

California niggas drop the top and roll<br>

Stare up at the mountains, won't see no snow<br>

I go coast to coast smokin indo<br>

If my bitch actin up, I fuck her friend so<br>

don't investigate me for sellin dope<br>

If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto<br>

I'm probably on my way to the studio<br>

Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo<br>

Short Dogg, don't forget the funk motto:<br>

'Free your mind and your ass will follow'<br>

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[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]<br>

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Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(We're up y'all in this motherfuckin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass<br>

niggas)<br>

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory<br>

(Nigga, I was promoted a tour of Kentucky nigga, and D.C.)<br>

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[Outro: Slink Capone]<br>

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Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake<br>

Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin phone<br>

My girl, she's fuckin up, god damn!<br>

Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin snitchin<br>

Tell them motherfuckers we ain't runnin no motherfuckin coke factory<br>

Tell em, tell em!! TELL EM!!!<br>

YOU BETTER TELL EM!!!!<br>

Let em know, TELL EM!!!!<br>

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