Another Gangstarr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray
Big kids like us need a lot of s***e to play
Blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def
Of course Primo on the track
Rock the streets no vest
So don't test
Cause you could catch a bad one
I turn y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones
Always bless you with a new joint
s*** you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro
Cause this one is murder [Macy]
My baby he works down at the Boulevard Cafe
Just a fine young man with big dreams
Trying to make his own way
The owner is this mean ole b**** who degrades him everyday
Then she fires him for no reason
Don't wanna give him his last pay
I've commited murder and I think I've got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away,
I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away
Yo puttin' a maximum effort for minimum wage
Could bring the stillest waters up
To a simmer of rage
My boss slippin' steady trippin wanna get in my face
Try-na treat a brother any old typical way
He-he-hey that ain't the way I'm living today
Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate
That's when she said, "I ain't giving you not one d*** dime"
And so she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind
She sittin' back in her office countin' major dough
And don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe
Soon as I got on the horn and called Macy yo
"Like yo this, crazy ho try-na play me low"
Macy beamed on the scene with both hands on deck
Like "yo respect your debt or protect your neck"
But old chick got bold and said "what you gon'do?"
Macy reached for the tool made a holla like Ja Rule
And I was like "Oh s***! Relax don't flip her"
Ole chick got slick, Macy let off a whole clip
Then she said, "you crazy, you know labor ain't free"
s*****ed the cash and made a dash like OJ and AC and we out
Yo! Yo, I ain't know you had a gun
(Ha! Ha! Ha!)
What you think it's funny?
(Look at all this money)
But d*** you went and shot her in the tummy!
(Look at all these papers)
But we ain't have to got pull a murder caper
Make the old lady meet her maker
(Yo maker that rhymes with Jamaica)
You better bounce before our face be in the paper
Getting locked up in the bing is not the flavor [Macy]
With a suitcase full of money
We flew to a Jamaican paradise
One thing I've learned through all of this is
Having money sure is nice
Me and my baby got married
He's working hard to make his dreams come true
As far as regrets I don't have any
Would you?
It's a murder
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away [Mos Def]
I have no intention for paying for my crime don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away [Mos Def]
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away
I have no intention for paying for my crime don't fear
Don't fear, gonna get the next plane outta here...fly away,fly away [Mos Def]
And I don't feel bad about (fades out)
Big kids like us need a lot of s***e to play
Blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def
Of course Primo on the track
Rock the streets no vest
So don't test
Cause you could catch a bad one
I turn y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones
Always bless you with a new joint
s*** you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro
Cause this one is murder [Macy]
My baby he works down at the Boulevard Cafe
Just a fine young man with big dreams
Trying to make his own way
The owner is this mean ole b**** who degrades him everyday
Then she fires him for no reason
Don't wanna give him his last pay
I've commited murder and I think I've got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away,
I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away
Yo puttin' a maximum effort for minimum wage
Could bring the stillest waters up
To a simmer of rage
My boss slippin' steady trippin wanna get in my face
Try-na treat a brother any old typical way
He-he-hey that ain't the way I'm living today
Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate
That's when she said, "I ain't giving you not one d*** dime"
And so she made me wanna switch into my criminal mind
She sittin' back in her office countin' major dough
And don't wanna give a young man the pay she owe
Soon as I got on the horn and called Macy yo
"Like yo this, crazy ho try-na play me low"
Macy beamed on the scene with both hands on deck
Like "yo respect your debt or protect your neck"
But old chick got bold and said "what you gon'do?"
Macy reached for the tool made a holla like Ja Rule
And I was like "Oh s***! Relax don't flip her"
Ole chick got slick, Macy let off a whole clip
Then she said, "you crazy, you know labor ain't free"
s*****ed the cash and made a dash like OJ and AC and we out
Yo! Yo, I ain't know you had a gun
(Ha! Ha! Ha!)
What you think it's funny?
(Look at all this money)
But d*** you went and shot her in the tummy!
(Look at all these papers)
But we ain't have to got pull a murder caper
Make the old lady meet her maker
(Yo maker that rhymes with Jamaica)
You better bounce before our face be in the paper
Getting locked up in the bing is not the flavor [Macy]
With a suitcase full of money
We flew to a Jamaican paradise
One thing I've learned through all of this is
Having money sure is nice
Me and my baby got married
He's working hard to make his dreams come true
As far as regrets I don't have any
Would you?
It's a murder
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away [Mos Def]
I have no intention for paying for my crime don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here and fly away, fly away [Mos Def]
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away, right away
I have no intention for paying for my crime don't fear
Don't fear, gonna get the next plane outta here...fly away,fly away [Mos Def]
And I don't feel bad about (fades out)