Capital Offender – D Generation – letras

I may not exist on your gold card listBut my dues are paid in fullFor a couple of grand, you want to shake my handTell me what are you trying to pullYou got cash, you got flashBut you ain’t got the heart to bleedYou strong arm, you got charmBut who’s got the blood you need?(Just a) capital offenderI want to place in the sunBefore I’m twenty one maybe high in the hollywood hillsYou want exclusive rights, to sell away my lifeFor a measly stack of billsI want cash, I want flashI want a car and a gal to matchBuy high, sell lowI might as well sell my ass(And be the) capital offenderYou’re hashing out dealsOn expense account mealsTrying to get me cheapMy pockets are empty you’re six feet deepTen or four, at the liquor storeIt all fell right into placeFor a couple of grandI said raise your handAnd emptied two rounds into his faceTwenty five to life maximum securityA poor fool, like meI never had any future you see(Just a) capital offender