Two Yards - Gangstagrass, R-Son, Dolio the Sleuth

Laid off one year today

They won’t take my resumé

So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay

(Kiss my ass motherfucker)

I’ll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne

Or a gravel yard with a number for my name

You can blame the government or blame the economy

Some of the fault even belongs on me, probably

But I don’t give a damn at this point

I don’t wanna see a single motherfucker move in this joint

Have a seat, place both hands under your feet

You may not get blasted, but you can get beat

Please mister teller-man, don’t even try that

I know all of your tricks: skip the stack with the dye-pack

D, tie that guard up: I don’t like how he movin' his arms

If he goes for the alarm, he’s gettin' harmed

Take me to the safe deposit boxes in the vault

I’m takin' two hostages in case we get caught

Miss manager, yeah you, and bring along the redhead

Any wrong moves and both of y’all get left dead

The rest of y’all hit the deck, faces on the ground

Cuz if I hear a sound everybody feels the pound

There you go!

Laid off one year today

They won’t take my resumé

So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay

I’ll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne

Or a gravel yard with a number for my name

Hand me the cash, hand me the dough

Ready yourself right now, fool, act like you know

Make with the scratch, man, this thing ain’t for show

It’s a ticking time-bomb and it’s about to take a blow

Hey, keep your hand in my line of sight

I don’t think you really wanna die up in this thing tonight

You, empty your pockets.

You, lose the shoes

You don’t wanna see this thing here do what it do

Cuz if you do, you’ll end up with more than a bruise

You’ll end up on the list of the deceased in the news

See my man here just told y’all to give us the loot

If I catch wind of any pigs in pursuit

Then one of these hostages is gonna catch a bad one

I’m already desperate;

you don’t wanna see me mad, son

This ain’t a movie, but it’s time for some action

Put it in the bag and hit the deck before I blast one

Laid off one year today

They won’t take my resumé

So kiss my ass motherfucker, you gonna pay

(Kiss my ass motherfucker)

I’ll get a big backyard, sippin' on champagne

Or a gravel yard with a number for my name

Or a gravel yard with a number for my name