THE CLIPSE - Chinese New Year lyrics

Chorus:

I'm at your door

Your eyes are like "Why are you here?"

Judging by my steel I got something to do here

Give up the money or the angel cries two tears

In front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year

Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ka-ka-ka-kat!

Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ka-ka-ka-kat!

Mask on face, glock in hand

I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man

Never listened to my parents like an orphan, man

Strong finger on trigger like it's in corpses' hands

Confiscate goodies like Repo-Man Sam

Make nigga kick that can

Fall victim to the click clack clan

My bitch sick, eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man by which her command, uh!

ADT's ain't stop me

Simple like ABC's

Snip, cut, yank, just as easy as 1,2,3

Breaking and entry, so elementary

Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do

Give up the cash before I turn you Cookie Monster blue