Scooter - Behind The Cow (feat. Fatman Scoop) lyrics
Time for some comedy
Word
I been a little too serious on this album
Bout time to do some comedy
Word up
Well, here we go, on with the show
Now pay attention because you might blow
Ever been in a spot you didn't wanna be
Around nonsense and negativity
Well it happened to be more than twice
(Like three times?)
So listen as I shoot the dice
The other day I went to the Castle
Party was jumpin, bass was pumpin
Strolled through the crowd in my silk suit
In my Bally boots, the girls said I was cute
(That nigga fresh)
Looked over my shoulder, on the left
I saw a sight that made me lose my breath
Sittin at the bar, fresh out the hairdresser
She was lookin good, I wanted to carress her
(Come here, baby)
I said, "Excuse me, my name is Rob"
Now don't think, let me buy you a drink
So we can chit-chat for a few
(You know)
Bacardi and Coke, and I'll have one too
Now back to you, what's your name?
I gotta know cause it's drivin me insane
(My name is Cindy, you think you could win me
Over a drink, please it doesn't send me)
Then she went into her Fendi
Put out a vial, a stem, and when she
Inhaled the smoke, her eyes rolled back
Sittin there smokin lackalack
(She buggin)
So I picked up my drink, got out my chair
She started to pout
But I didn't care cause I was out
Knomsayin Giz?
Smokin them lackalacks and shit
You know?
She wanted me to get with her
Knowmsayin?
I ain't with that
You know
On a Friday night I went to the White Stone
Trains are a drag, so I took a cab
Stepped out the OJ, went inside the complex
I had a cold, so I bought a pack of Contrax
Looked in the corner, there was a fat man
(?) tickets of Batman
So I bought one, it didn't matter a bit
As long as I see the flick
(I'm a see this movie)
Damn it was dark in the theater
Lookin for a seat, steppin on feet
Finally I got to an empty chair
Cigarettes and buddha filled the air
I overheard a conversation behind me
Someone tellin his boy, "I'm gonna find me
A victim that I can stick"
Glanced at the kid, seen a nine and a clip
And he had on a vest, so I knew he wasn't frontin
And from his face he had to be thirty-somethin
Word, he was schemin and plottin
Lookin for jewels, so he could start poppin
Got up from my seat
Put my rope in my shirt cause I roll one deep
Him and his man got up from their seat
Snatched a chain and the kid complained
Then I heard the nine and a loud shot
No time to be nosy, hops, cause I was out
Knowmsayin?
I ain't gettin shot for nobody
Word up
Ain't tryina be nosy in this world
One time I had a show in Virginia
I can't recall the town, but here's what went down
I arrived at the club a little late
Promoter started yellin like Mr. Slate
Yak-yak-yak, he almost got slapped
Throwin bass at my face like a 808
I said, "Don't worry, this show'll go on
Just get the papers ready, word is bond"
The promoter said, "Cool
Go ahead and perform and see me in my room"
I said, "Excuse me, let me tell you somethin, yo
I want the dough or there won't be a show, you know"
I didn't mean to flip
But I gotta get paid in order to rip
Up the mic just like Freddie Krueger
Shootin lyrics like I'm a German Luger
The promoter returned and he said
"I'm short on cash but instead
Let me write you out a check"
He was a better actor than Gregory Peck
I said, "Don't worry, troop, now here's the scoop"
And without a doubt
Yo, I was out
