Stick Up Kid

Lyrics

Stick up kids run loose when the skies are dark On the train, on the streets, they lurkin' in the park You can call it [?]ville, call it Vic City You wanna be Capone, dealing [?] Frank Nitti Workin' hard at the job just [?] to rob Some work on their own, some work in the mob Stick your kids, stick your mothers, stick your sisters and brothers They take the last sip of the bread and butter The girl down the block got vic'ed in the hall She had nothing to give, they took her bra and drawers My girl and I were robbed at gunpoint I even got stuck for a lousy joint My Cazals werе snatched right off my face They took my cousin's chеck while he pleaded his case With the silver and gold, diamond and pearls You'd better watch your back, homeboy, homegirls Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Well I was coming home from a hard day's work I stopped in the arcade, had money to jerk I dropped a few quarters inside the machine And when I heard this brother yell out and scream He said "Freeze, don't move, or blink an eye I want your money or your gold before you die Now you can try me if you want to, you know I'll shoot So take a nap, don't sleep, brother don't give a hoot" So I said to myself, "Please, don't take it away I have kids to feed, I have rent to pay" So he took me down the block and I just stopped I turned around, knocked him down, and I ran a few blocks So he put up a chase, at a steady pace I twist my ankle, almost fell and bust my face And with the speed I possess, I slipped away And that's why I'm here telling you this today Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! You wanna be down, givin' pounds Eatin' Almond Joys, chewin' Mounds Runnin' the street, rockin' the beat Watching Bernard King from a front row seat You starvin' desperado, you stole my Eldorado And left my car stranded in Denver, Colorado Then bragged and boast from coast to coast But between me and you, I had your girl the most You knuckleheads still wear Pro Keds Can't buy new Adidas 'cause you have no bread Your breath smells rotty, your hair all knotty Your face all spotty and and your nose all snotty You hang around the bars drinkin' too much Bacardi You know you're not down, you can't join this party You know you can't fight, always talkin' about karate You're nothin' but a fool and you ain't nobody! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids! Stick up kids!