Lyrics

Dude went mad and started to jump bad Pulling his roscoe out of his slide Just then Grit shouted the cue "telephone for you!" Interrupting a sure homicide Everybody froze as Spoon and I rose with our pieces in our hands Spoon scooped up the dough then we moved away slow 'Cause we had other plans We had made a 110 grand on that last poker hand Bringing our total up to 172 I figured we'd pay off Grit, then sky up and split Now that our work was through Grit had two of his men escort us back to his den While two more posed as our doubles They covered our backs against any sneak attacks In case we should run into trouble He was beaming with pride when we stepped inside And greeted us like we were his sons He slapped us five then started rapping this jive About how happy he was that we won "I dig you cats I dig y'all to where it's at But y'all gon' have to give off sixty percent You see I got to give my bosses a cut Or else they'll bury my butt 'Cause I'm four months behind in the rent Now I know how you feel, but that's the deal Sorry but my hands are tied Them greys got the odds all stacked Plus y'all are covered from the back So please keep your hands from your side Just turn around slow And hand 'em over the dough And I'll see to it that nobody gets hurt And if y'all do as you're told You might live to grow old And you won't have to bite the dirt"