Coup, The

The Repo Man Sings For You

Coup, The


featuring Del 

[Del] 
It's the Repo Man! Reposession is my occupation 
It's not my fault you facin foreclosure, I told ya 
I'm just an agent, workin for the man 
and his manuscript say you owe him for this land 
Don't cry to me, and don't lie to me 
Actin like you ain't home, fakin on the phone 
You shoulda thought about that when you bought the Benzy 
You missed a few increments 
now we gotta come and get yo' shit 
If you slip on the payments 
I get paid to make sure that you pay rent 
or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets 
Frozen meats, out your refridgerator 
then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift 
Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit 
It's too late, your payment's way past your due date 
You couldn't hide from me, even with a new face 
or plastic surgery, your debt's outstandin 
I don't care about your family, don't hand me 
no excuses, you know it's useless, no one's stoppin me 
Just get off the property before I bring the cops with me 
Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act 
Gimme your fax machine, PlayStation in the basement 
adjacent, to the big screen television 
You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough 
The company want they G's, or the keys 
to the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay? 
I'm just doin my job (you know?) 
Collectin on your debts, now you're losin a wad 
Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook 
all get took, to my agency, then they payin me 
It ain't phasin me, that's my thing 
When I mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing 

La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X* 

[Boots] 
*thck* One, paycheck from sleepin on the street 
*tchka* Two/too, many bills my scrill don't meet 
*tchka* Three day notice from the landlord on the seat 
Fo-fo', caliber shots ain't discrete 
But motherfuckers still jack frequent, no secret 
cause they shit be delinquent 
And on closer inspection, reposession collection 
motivates birth protection in the brokest section 
In other words, the ghetto 
Repo Man, pullin strings like Giupetto 
Squeeze two at him, let go 
Cause I just gotta be real 
I'm tired of informercials with them five-year payment deals 
See I was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment 
when I heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it 
So I run all the way down the hallway full throttle 
Don't give in is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle 
He screamin, "Whatchu gon' pay me with?" 
Then he started laughin singin crazy shit 

[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la 

I said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP," and then I banked him in the jaw 
But that was no use, even though he skidaddled 
bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle 
When you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever 
You don't know where I am either 
Even hillbillies at a party linedancin 
get they Ford trucks with poor financing 
Banks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst case 
we makin money cause we had it in the first place! 
And where was it that they got that cash from? 
You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass 
Well two weeks after that last altercation 
I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration 
My TV was gone and out the window from my room 
I heard the Repo Man sing his devious tune, it went 

[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*