Coup, The
Sneakin' In
Now, I calculate the beatin for approximated speakin'
Play it at your party for intoxicating freakin'
One for the motherfuckers at the party
Two for the DJs bubmin' this for me
Three for the girls with the fake ID
And a pound if you snuck through the back for free
See, sneakin' into shit probably always been my hobby
1985 in the Henry J. lobby
Ten bones for the Frest Fest to me was like robbery
Tennis shoes squeakin' security tried to mob me
People screamin so loud they lungs got broke
Then short grabbed the mic started yellin' out "Oakland!"
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Not the type of brother that's hard with a death wish
But one thing that I'd die for is being on the guest list
I'm talking 'bout a pissy fit
Sayin' loud explicit shit
Can't you read my name
"Motherfucker ain't you literate?!"
I be sayin' this even if it ain't legitimate
Although it ain't considerate
I get in with no scrilla spent
Caught the 57 bus to the coliseum
Run DMC and LL
Gotta see 'em
Negotiatin' with a guard out by the trailer
Me and twenty partnas got in for a Taylor
Later in the game shit was much mo' elaborate
Motherfuckers rock the spot with fake laminate
Show 'em to security and it was like bam
Onstage with Ice Cube at the summer jam
I'm not a fronter and
This ain't a cover band
I'm always givin' you the really and no other than
Alamedia drive-in didn't wanna pay a buck
Five motherfuckers layin' flat in the mini-truck
Used to sneak in to the Eastmont Cinemas
Through the exit
Sometimes about ten of us
But you know I guess it was so easy
'Cause they plain' movies that's already on TV
Mostt of them flicks I can't recommend
But back then half the fun was sneakin' in
See me in the alley but no I ain't no crack ho
I'm waitin' for my motherfuckers to open up the back do'
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