Coup Sneakin’ In Lyrics

Sneakin’ In Lyrics

[boots]
How we gon’ get in for free? 

Now, I calculate the beatin for approximated speakin
Play it at your party for intoxicated freakin
One for the motherf**kers at the par-ty
Two for the dj’s bumpin this for me
Three for the girls with the fake id
And a pound if you snuck through the back for free
See sneakin into sh*t probably always been my hobby
1985, in the henry j. lobby
Ten bones for the fresh fest to me was like robbery
Tennis shoes squeakin -- security tried to mob me
People screamin so loud, they lungs got broke when
$hort grabbed the mic and started yellin out, "oakland!"
Not the type of brother that’s hard with a death wish
But one thing that I’ll die for is bein on the guest list
I’m talkin bout a pissyfit, sayin loud explicit shit
"can’t you read my name motherf**ker; ain’t you literate? !? !!"
I be sayin this even if it ain’t legitimate
Although it ain’t considerate, I get in with no scrilla spent
Caught the 57 bus to the coliseum
Run-d.m.c. and ll, gotta see em
Negotiatin with a guard out by the trailer
Me and twenty potnahs got in for a taylor
Later in the game sh*t was much more elaborate
Motherf**kers rocked the spot, with fake laminate
Show em to security, and it was like bam!
On stage with ice cube at the summer jam
I’m not a fronter and, this ain’t a cover band
I’m always givin you the really and no other than
Alameda drive-in, didn’t wanna pay a buck
Five motherf**kers layin flat, in the mini-truck
Used to sneak in to the eastmont cinemas
Through the exit, sometimes about ten of us
But you know, I guess it was so easy
Cause they playin movies that’s already on tv
Most of them flicks I can’t recommend
But back then, half the fun was sneakin in
See me in the alley, but nah I ain’t no crack hoe
I’m waitin for my folks to open up the back do’