Make A Buck - Count Bass D

Swig more, here you go, a big pour guzzle

Put a plan together like a jigsaw puzzle

Okay, here it go, the big score, huddle

The fuzz’ll never know what hit 'em with the muzzle muffled

Scuzz bucket, it’s in the dufflebag, tuck it

And don’t be scared to pluck it when it’s time to make ducats

A lot of crews got cold feet

Hold the microphone like hold heat on an old beat

On a roll- brothers gotta eat -- whole wheat

Child not live on bread alone he need meat

Rice and beans at least, and that cost paper

You might wanna lay off the sauce before the caper

Whoever get in the way go bye bye

Aye Aye, Captain Fly Guy, I try

To catch it off a dry sip of Mai Tai

DOOM pry a penny off a dead guy eye-- (Just To Make A Buck!)