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Street Sweeper Social Club Street Sweeper Social Club

born with a spleen May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions And by mistake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin' May this

corner, if you say "cocaine" They claim that you takin' the lord's name in vain I came to spit flames Until this shit change Until we switch games The streets

[Boots Riley:] The lamppost could swear it had seen me before And stared as I stumbled through the motel door The dirty mirror also thought I looked

flickers up All the drunks throw your liquor up All the bank tellers stick 'em up Teach them babies how to grip a buck When this hits the streets it'

Nobody moves til we say go... [Boots Riley:] Tired, broke, and winded We get low percentage So, I'm so committed And I'm so commended But when I say

Coked out is the new tipsy Tracy Morgan's the new Nipsy Skinny jeans are the new fashion But none of that shit fits me Weed smoke is the new incense

[The Coup cover] It's time to work [Chorus x2: Boots Riley] Everybody throw your lighters up Tell me y'all fin' to fight or what? Everybody get your

let's do it! [Chorus] [Boots Riley:] You have just been rocked, by the Street Sweeper Social Club We're more than a band, we're a motherfuckin social club

Let's smash Let's win We gon fight We gon smash Let us in Let's fight Let's smash Let's win Just like getting up in the club with a fake ID If it don'