G-Profit on this solo--Off of Goodfellaz Mixtape--Northstar Records/Mountainside Records/B-eZ Records
Lo Cut, G-Profit, Canadian Hip-Hop.
We a strictly hip-hop group, two man duo from hamilton canada, drop all kinds of hip hop, just tryna do somethin wit our music....We Lo Cut and G Profit aka Sincere...now known as Superb Wit All Tekneekz (SWAT)
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Story behind the song
This is a story written in a real descriptive type fashion a la Ghostface. Thats the reason why we used the Wu Banga 101 instrumental.
Lyrics
Black Malango -- out the patteo-- the cafe
sippin espresso, sunglasses on, just another saturday
readin bukowski, the binning was warped
faded cover, couldnt see the title - lining was off
drug exchange professional, crack coded confessional
Jerry Bomtiago swept in with that cuban confidential shit
paralegal trainee, Jerry bein initiated
Gasper Gomez trade off, gettin crookd wit nickel platted
no need for hand shakes, dont know you son, where the briefcase
where the yeyo and yellow bags, stopped worken wit the yellow backs
played the race card to get off- baseheads chased for mellow skag (we had to bring it back, u heard it tell'd)
jerry came wit a frown, looked like a clown out a fable
black met him a smile n held the toast under the table
who got hate for these english
jerry kept the shit distinguished after
relentless intuition kept the mission business
chrome the left hand, greet with the right
friendly grin, snakes aint comin out til later after night
or maybe u cant read it, kill that fucken rat
get like audiences n stand up n start the loudest clap
down to business
miss can i please get a biscuit, jerry asked
not knowin Black had it pocketed, Marmalade if risked his ass
so where the ben franklins wrapped around the rubber bands
black said they nearby , samsonite case in his trunk span
they got up -- walkd out behind the cafe,
Jerry gettin nervous, set his eyes on the chevrolette
malango tango'd out, opened the back from in the car
jerry gettin nervous, wiped his brow cuz hes the star
the tony montana in this life aka - the scarface
this life reflectin art, but differnt scenes in different places
last thing came to his mind was he hated diffrent races
italians -didn't like them - garlic breath malango family
bomtiago cover up, jerry a columbian refugee
so the trunk goes up, and just like white light of death
kid lyin down in the mafucka wit a sprayer; hittin jerry in his chest
Backed out, got bloddy
muthafucka couldnt see that shit, it got a lil sloppy
so he (Black Malango) cain'd out n hadta big bak for his coffee
