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Chase Me
Danger Mouse feat. Run the Jewels and Big Bo
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Here's what we know
Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
Clad in black business clothing
Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses
They pulled guns out and ordered everybody to the floor
And then cleaned out the registers and hear this
They even swiped jewelry from some of the customers
Aye
Wooh!
Wooh!
Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living
C-C-Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
Pain passin', put a pain in your brain batter
Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
Ticktock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off
(Aye, aye, aye) that's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (aye)
You want your money back? Chase me
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Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him
They the type, really be jealous, get'cha hype
Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
We gon' shower on these pussies, they mommas gon' know Jesus
Junkie Johnny told me, "Money, these niggas should know better
But they monkeys, so you got to show junkies ain't no let up" (yeah)
Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came
(Aye, aye, aye) that's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (aye)
You want your money back? Chase me
You ain't gonna get your money back
Ain't gonna get the money, jack
You ain't gonna get that money back
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag (yeah)
Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex-cons to former cellies
Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
Good on deck, smelly-smelly
Show some respect, or you'll get showered like parade confetti
Made man, I'm made already (yeah), nobody safe, I'm petty (yeah)
450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
Underground Kingz, speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
(Aye, aye, aye) that's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (aye)
You want your money back? Chase me
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Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous
Most groovy
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