Sporty Thievz

Sporty Thievz - Fedz / Freeks Skit lyrics

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[Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain"]

Here comes the...here comes the Feds

Watch out before they knock you and your crew

So don't be a fool stash your jewels

[Marlon Brando]

Hey yo I tried to do it,

but Feds jumped out the Buick and blew it,

Hopped the fence with my gun-drew it, bustin through it

I had anutha one, if they catch me it's a beat down

I'll run a couple of streets down, before I put this heat down

Yo, they had the vest, I had the Tef',

broke my right arm runnin, Mag in the left

run out of breath, just like Clark Kent jumped in the payphone,

"Hello, my shit broke cuz-o, yo Dubez stay home!

And call King ?Cape Frome? to meet me on Burke,

and stay alert, cuz I heard Narc's is creepin' on Kirk

but you high too, we'll be in Y-O so drive-thru

make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, it's not you

Yea aight? But still think about keepin the flight,

that Kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight"

"Aight aight," it's on hung up, lit one and puffed up

Just waitin for Kirk hurt thinkin how I fucked up

[Chorus x2:]

Yo here comes the Feds, the gig is up

I guess we fucked up, made our biz corrupt

Just maintain, cats are playin' in Pennsylvain'

Or Maine, on the low an alias, no names

[Big Dubez]

Yo Marlon, what you mean meet on Burke? you off the hook

If they out for a crook that's where they gonna look

Don't get pepped, your best bet, dog, is clear the set

My down low Lynette got the keys to the 'Vette

Tell her "the Milk Turtle", honey know the code, you got heat

and a gang of cash under the seat

Man, fuck! I knew this deal was too sweet

Now we in a heap, of shit that's too deep

It was hard to sniff him out, he played it with the dreads

I fucked up and just negotiated with the Feds

Only if I put a tail on him, he'll be stuffed in a trunk sick

waiting for slugs to wail on him

Just make it to the airport dog it's gonna work,

Gettin out of state on time, it's on Kirk

I'ma call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now

I just hope my nigga ain't in cuffs by now

[Chorus x2]

[King Kirk]

Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school

old dude with the gold tooth I used to know dude

used to push a gold coupe and scoop, mad ice cream

nine-teen he had the white Beam' with the green [??]pipe-beam[??]

had clean hygiene, he stayed with a fresh scent

breath never stink, so chicks called him Peppermint

let me think, oh yea, he got knocked with a key

This cat and his family told me he'd be home at three

bring 4 ki' bags, then sounded official

When I served him I was tipsy, plus needed the chips, G!

I fucked up, he tricked me, probably comin' to get me

to hit me with three and Marlon it be a conspiracy

Shit! gotta bounce and get out this fuckin house

Call you from down south, I'm out, "No doubt"

Grabbed the keys and the ki's, please gotta breeze

Some G's of cheese, about to leave then "FREEZE!!!"

Damn!

(Don't you fuckin move, put your hands on your head, get on the floor!

Gimme a reason to put a hole in you, gimme a reason!

That's all I need son!)

[Chorus]

Here comes the...here comes the Feds

Watch out before they knock you and your crew

So don't be a fool stash your jewels

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