Lyrics:
Buckled into your seat you just stop
No choice no voice
Ears full of white noice
Feeding quarters in the meter
Pumping gas in the tank
They're always
stunt
There's a great big purple sign out front
That says every 27th customer
Will get a ball-peen hammer free
I can't wait, (no I) I can't wait (oh
prove what company I'm in
Like a customer don't think I'm legit
Im as legit as it gets
I ain't feeling the shit you releasing the gram isn't hearing it
fucking shining on
Back to biz, new address with the fat crib
My shit in the wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs
[Chorus Erick Sermon: x2]
Off the meter
poli'-in with the big wigs
Chorus: Erick Sermon
Off the meter, and everytime we reach the
tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field
being in her face
Customer complainin'
But he really had no case
And the counterqueens looked up from their magazines
But she goes and stares staight
Me querían meter preso cuando estaba en el comienzo
Ahora que yo tengo me tienen en investigation
(Vamo a prender la calle Keloke que fue)
De la
The last Customer leaves on this Bleak Christmas Eve
Dawn heaves a sigh and Brushes the hair off her Sleeve
Maggie takes a broom to the Barber shop
feathers are a cancer in your bestie
And I pick a ginger gold as fed by a drunken uncle
One from a customer pumping that Sumner blood work
Memitim
pursuit on
And sitting at a stop sign, time to get a move on, 'cause
Criminal minds with minimal time
On the meter, got to be on they continual grind
on streets of gold all day
And you never have to listen
To what these customers say and I know
[Chorus]
I remember when I was a child
Lost in
on the street with the ill shopkeeper
Breakin' down a broken parking meter
Sprite on ice, fruit loops
And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know
""Aunty no customer today?""
First she laughs, then shot back
""Shut up Babs I beg you t-fare for cab?""
Heading back to her two bedroom flat
She small
Meals
Mam, we're out of stock
You'll get me what I want!
I'm sorry, Mam, I can't
You better!
I'm shaking from the insolence
The customer is queen
This is
adversarios
Porque no dan nota
No componen
To' son baby bubu
Les traje compota
Tengo rimas pa' que explote tu caco
Sin meter coca
Escuche calle y deme la razón
(Yea)
Fredii go the distance
Miles in a minute
Handprint on it like a stamp tell her send it
She know what I need
5 Star service for the customer
carbon footprint
And an imbalance in the ecology of life
Its customers say its so convenient
There are too many people poor and in need
Can you hear it
Show me the scale we gone blow out the meter
Franklin On Franklin my loud like Aretha
We ain't did biz ness i don't wanna meet ya
Went back to mixing
hands that trapped off beepers
Broke the hood, we was way past the meter
I still set it off
Still get your block knocked off
No tetras
These niggas
You are disturbing me!
You are disturbing my customers!
No service till you turn that shit off!
I can't even hear myself think!
The smooth
the wall
Don't ask her 'bout the call
You know she only trying to begin again
And the manager is yelling
Something about her hair being in her face
Customer
the meter burn the throttle off
Back to back we bringing flames we playin bottle wars
How you want it my jeans is 300 my shoes ah half a pound
We buy it we
the worm-holes
Setting up my taxi meter
Picking up my customer
He's got a business deal
Kind of a big deal
Planets are round-abouts
That's what I'm talking about
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