5 Million Ways To Lyrics

song lyrics 5 Million Ways To Kill A CEO lyrics {*scratched: "Help me out"*} {^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"} {*scratched: "Help me out"*} {^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"} [Chorus: repeat 2X] We ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco {^1} y know how this go [Boots] Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin On the turf debatin how to get it percolatin He workin you while we happy just to work a day But I ma slap him til my blood starts circulatin {^1} Do you checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity {^1} I m a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil Rollin dope fiend rentals through your residential Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensil Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential {^1} They own sweats shops, pet cops and fields of cola Murder babies with they molars on the areola Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah Bump this rollin {^1} in your bucket or your new Corolla Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin, "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!" Wanna know what this demeanor s bout? City tried to clean us out Green is clout, shut em down {^1} they ain t never seen a drought You interviewed but they ain t callin you back And for the record I ain t called it a gat But tuck this in the small of your back Wait in the bathroom stall til I tap {^1} [Chorus] [Boots] Cept this game ain t slow, it s the creeper If you a janitor, get a street sweeper Ugly is even skin deeper If you can t get the Pres, get the VeePer {^1} They made the murder scene before there was a coroner I mighta been born here but I m a foreigner Spillin swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni s kid Flip off the lid, who you {^1} pourin fo ? You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uhh "Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller They wear skivvies that s made of chinchilla Factory in Mexico, bought {^1} a spring villa I m from the land where the Panthers grew You know the city and the avenue If you the boss we ll be smabbin through, and we ll be grabbin you To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" {^1} And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the [Chorus] [Boots] Tell him it s a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat o hot oil When he jump in after it watch him boil {^1} Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in If you can find he can swim put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend Videotape and the party don t end {^1} Tell that boogers be sellin like crack He gon put the little baggies in his nose, and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you {^1} know this one Make sure you ain t got no priors Don t tell em that we conspired We could let him try to change a flat tire Or we could all at once retire {^1} There are just a few of the [Chorus] [Boots] Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl? L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl? {^1} Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl? {^1} Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl? Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl? {^1} New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl? London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl? {^1} Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl? Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? {^1} Yeah The Coup {^1} Boots Riley Pam the Funkstress It s really goin down {^1} Yeah, ya know, in case you didn t know, gats are comin The Coup You know, sum n, sum n {^1} song lyrics