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It's the repo man Repossession is my occupation It's not my fault you facin' foreclosure I told ya I'm just a agent, working for the man And his manuscript say you owe him for this land Don't cry to me and don't lie to me Actin' like you ain't home fakin' on the phone You shoulda thought about that when you bought the Benzy You missed a few increments, now we gotta come and get yo' shit If you slip on the payments, I get paid to make sure that you pay rent Or get out, throw your clothes in the streets Frozen meats, out your refrigerator Letras de cancionesThen my boys come back and get it later with the forklift Hey we don't care how hard you work, we takin' yo' shit It's too late, the payment's way past your due date You couldn't hide from me even with a new face Or plastic surgery, your debts outstandin'! I don't care about your family, Don't hand me no excuses, You know it's useless No one's stoppin' me, just get off the property before I bring the cops with me Possibly this could turn into a criminal act Gimme your fax machine Playstation in the basement Adjacent to the big screen television You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough The company want they Gs, or the keys to the convertible And hey, nothing personal Okay, I'm just doin' my job Collectin' on your debts, now you losin' a wad Bruisin' your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook All get took to my agency, then they payin' me It ain't phasin' me, that's my thing When I mob off wit' yo' shit, listen to me sing La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la Jack one, paycheck from sleepin' on the street Jack two/too, many bills my scrill don't meet Jack three day notice from the landlord on the seat fo' fo'..., caliber shots ain't discrete But motherfucker still jack frequent. No secret 'cause they shit be delinquent And on closer inspection, repossession collection motivates birth protection in the broken section In other words, the ghetto Repo man pulling strings like Geppetto Squeeze two at him let go 'Cause I just gotta be real I'm tired of infomercials with them five-year payment deals See I was sleepin' on the carpet in my apartment When I hear my car ignition 'cause somebody sparked it So I run all the way down the hallway, full throttle "Don't give in" is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle He's screamin' what you goin' pay me with Then he started laughin' singin' crazy shit La la la la la la la, la la la la la la I said, "Shut the fuck up!" and then I banked him in the jaw But that was no use, even though he skedaddled Bill collectors make my phone rattle 'til my kids don't taddle "When you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever" "You don't know where I am either" Even hillbillies at a party-line dancin' Get they Ford trucks with Ford financing Banks that give the loan figure, damn in the worst case We makin' money 'cause we had it in the first place! And where was it that they got that cash from? You when you deposit from busting yo' ass Well two weeks after that last altercation I noticed my font lock had a slight alteration My TV was gone and out the window from my room I heard the repo man sing his devious tune La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la [spoken] Nah Uh, uh, what you doin'? What the fuck?! Who's that? The repo?! What?! I'd pay you all I'd pay you all fuck this I'm goin' get my man to whoop his ass Don't try to hold me back Huh How'm I goin' feed my kick without a frigerator What my kids goin' slave for I hate ya'll I gave ya'll hundreds of dollars It seem's like... seems like shit ain't never get paid off From Letras Mania