Coup d'etat

Strolling south Broadway on a summer afternoon

Me and Nelly chiba fresh off of work, smoking boom

He was a true Buddha monk by definition of the term

That could huff so much Dutch he would straighten out ya perm

I got the 40 in a bag, stogie take a drag

Blue boys storm the the block, bogies getting nabbed

Cause last week, a stupid tourist got himself stabbed

And the mayor knows it's bad business with the body bags

So I swag to the corner, pavement hotter than lava

The only relief in sight is the dude selling Piraguas

Dame dos cocos, my man, you keep the change

Spitting rhymes in my head to any music in range