Robbin' the Hood
Album - 30 agosto 1994 - Debaser id 90397

Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style, we
got a b-boy style.
We got to put that shit together in a creative style. We put that shit
together in a creative style.


Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,
there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.


I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need!


Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window.
It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.
I know how females like to be treated.
A license for me and the stars up above,
And on the interstate I fell love, love, love.
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be,
And all DJs out there got to give me money.


Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane.
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame.


I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need! Yea.


I can ???, but I won't see,
Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid.
We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel.
I want it real!

That's chapter 1,
would you like to have chapter 2
You better you son of a bitch, I know the way.

Here's adventure, here's romance,
here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west.

Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!

This way Poncho, vominos. The Cisco Kid.

Way, way, way, we way back in the days the year, 1980.
had to get a job, had to make some money-ney
picked up a pen and a pad,
dropped reality never thinking that I
would live to see the day I'd rock my own CD

We used to do the dance we called obie-obie
Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way
My mom's words seems like yesterday
"Love Jesus, don't forget to pray"
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?
(Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?)
and feelin though, skinny coming with the 9mm

'cuz he who has the money has the authority,
and respect to the man with the Uzi
(I'm pritty handy with a six gun myself)
the 808 kick is on my hitlist
and this beat's cooking like an Italian
It wasn't hard for me to do, it so easy
because to me loops loops tight go naturally
Mom's words seem like yesterday.

What's your name? Cisco Kid.
Si, Poncho's name is, Poncho.

now in '94 we got an S.T.P.
a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, and Sammy
A fifteen pack of Old Millwalkee
A Dalmation and a girlfriend,
but I ain't got no money-ne-ne-ne

The 808 is within my reach,
sublime beats are comin' straight from long beach.
If you think that hollywood
didn't get what he deserved,
call 808 kit to get served

(Scarface)
How am I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy, man?

There's always some hombre that can't resist swapin' lead,
just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is.

They'll only find out Cisco is fastet.

Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho,
like Slade here,
he fancys himself as fast on the draw as a quarter-horse
takin' after a stray.

What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself?
Is that how you got your reputation Cisco,
By havin' your partner build you up?

I make no claim to a reputation senor,
and no one has to talk for me.

The Cisco Kid, heh,.
the kid part fits you from the way you act.

I've meet with your kind before.
You a foolish hombre if you think he will not fight you.

Your making big talk for an hombre who will not fight.

You are wrong Slade,
I'll fight you any place, any time.
If there is a good reason.

Well here's a fist full of reasons!

Now you two quit that.

Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid.

You are the one that is finished you faggot.

Is that a good punch?

Alright you two, that's enough,
let him alone Cisco.

I won't forget this Cisco,
I'll take this up with you another time.

Any time hombre,
I'd be glad to accomidate you.

I'll make it soon Cisco.

Shit up cash, keep your mouth shut.

Thats what I mean, Cisco,
you attract trouble like a fiddler attracts a square dance,
you understand why I don't want
you staying in this town?

Do not worry sheriff

(girls go crazy...)
(a woman holds a man tight...)
Every day I love him just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love him just a little bit more
and he loves me the same

Every day I love her just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
and she loves me the same


So baby if you wanna get low
Baby if you wanna get high

It makes no sense at all
I saw red, I saw red, I saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead

Everyday I wake up just a little bit more
Feelin' like a dog out in the yard
Is that's just how we are

Everyday I wonder if it's over
When I wake up realizin' that we hate
And break down the walls

You say it's black, I don't believe you
I say it's white, you say I'm tryin to deceive you

I'm aware of the high and the low,
I'd be waiting for you in the middle
But I just lack control

Baby if you wanna get low
Baby if you wanna get high

It makes no sense at all
I saw red, I saw red, I saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead

Girls, don't go crazy,
Oh girls, don't go crazy,
Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you...
...know

Oh, woman hold your man tight
If it makes you feel right, it's your own life

WRAFFF...

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you.
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem common sense I've got the soul.
But I won't wanna come around our love. So why?
If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall.
I'm a find you.
And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.
So we fight to get, we fight to get our weary arms to bed.
Real love's somthing that
I still hope people make there own places to go.
And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.
In 1994 were going to die some more.
It it ever going to be the last show?
It's going to be the last drive,
boss to proud to make the cars that we drive.
The women don't mind, I've got ample time,
they don't wonder why that they do.

That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.

Maybe one breath away
I'll find the words to say
I'll sit and light the bong
I'll hold my hit in real long
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight
Oh Mary baby, please don't fuss and fight

You've heard the line before
Mary, baby, please don't think I'm a whore
If you come home with me
Turn off the lights and lock up the doors and start getting busy

I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight
Oh, Mary, baby I could do it right

When we got to the pad
Mary, baby, started calling me her dad.
As she gave me head,
We could not find the damn bed!
Fifteen years old plus one and hotter than a microwave oven.
Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home.

All that I need
look at all the love we found, oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move
they love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Flava flav and I-C-E
once said somethin' that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground

but I just can't leave the pad
cause I'll surely wind up dead
'cuz I know they're out there waitin'
and watchin' for me

still I got my yellow cat
and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat
and if my homie got my back
then I've got all that I need

look at all the love we've found, oh
I won't run and pull no one jack move

they love her for the Kingston sound
oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

I wont slip and I won't trip
send Matt Vargas to regrip

while I'm wrenchin' on my ride
in that secret pad where we hide
there's always lotsa fun stuff to do
like relax and design a brand new tattoo
Play with my crossword puzzle book
I'm even learnin' how to cook (you know what)

Have you seen that little whore, betty?
someone said that she stole my freddie
and if she made off with my last clean rig
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig

so what?

outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad
cuz I know you're talkin bout me
made it
hard to live
cuz I
Don't want no money dick, don't want no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest spot in town i guess

I just take it nice and easy,
don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me

cuz all that I need
look at all the love we've found, oh

I wont run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet
only for a night with no repeat
baby you wanna leave, and never call
but a taste of honey is worse than none at all

(Q-Ball)
...and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,
then I say what the fuck with you?
And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas.

(Too $hort)
comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'
muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad,
with the funky reggae style, check it out.
Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,
Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka.
Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut.
Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts.
Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,
he's up next, white chowder don't play

(Q-Ball)
I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.
Because I clash, I gash.
The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck.
Nigga rains be supream...

(instrumental)