(Chorus x2) Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days Yo no see say ah so monkey dem yo Dem thief de US dollar note And when ya check it out de whole a dem a yo-yo Blaze de chalice and blaze de fire now Watch it Babylon a pass Man a ganja breed Me get

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex Take 'em out like Hardy, we like to break necks On a island, we party straight off the private jet 'Cause I got blue strips, I just make checks Pop like a trunk, nigga, 'cause we up now (we up) You think

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama When you check it out 'Cause I'll be standing on the side Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off your trip Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sugar Everybody's

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Yeah, check it out, they say behind every strong man

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) Y'all can't see this That this might be the night I never thought it would be like this (Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers) (Come on

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City You know my Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it Is outta sight she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey