Everythang Lyrics

The Coup


publisher: ©EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Gardner Cole, James Newton-Howard
album: Track 1 in album Party Music
release date: 2001-11-6
popularity : 8 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop Funk / Soul
styles: Conscious/Funk
length: 3:53
producer: Boots Riley
vocal: Boots Riley
mixer: Matt Kelley
arranger: Boots Riley
guitar: David James
turntable(s): Pam the Funkstress
synthesizer: Mike Tiger
additional mixer: Boots Riley
Moog: Mike Tiger
drums programming: Boots Riley

Cover Art

The Coup Party Music cover art
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"And it was just about the time
For the part of the close
When the hinges went out flyin' off
The **********in' doors"

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Dub your ****, baby

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party

Every death is an abrupt one
Every cop is a corrupt one
Without no cash up in the trust fund
Every cat with a gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus-one

Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the cent spent

Everybody wanna hear the lick
Every one a y'all is getting pimped
Every time I spit I'm feelin' ripped

Every cancer is a homicide
Every boss better run and hide
Every human is some kin to black
Every Visa got a pin to crack
Every verse is from the cardiac

Every search is involuntary
Every inmate want commissary
Every bank note is promissory
Every broke ************ finna form a gang
And when we come we takin' everything

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party
Dub your ****, baby

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party
Dub your ****, baby

Every mack want a Cadillac
Every mark want they scrilla back
Every narc want a hit of crack
In the park or a Pontiac

Every little cent is to the rent
Every roach is a resident
Every truth ain't evident
Every slave story, present tense

Every up lies a consequence
Every time it be something sweet
Every banker is a ****in' thief
Everybody betta holla with me

Every fiend need a dolla fifty
Every crime that I do is petty
Every criminal is rich already
Every lender got a complex
Every single is a bomb threat

Every sellout, may ya hate my verse
Everybody, they gon' get it first
Every broke ************ finna form a gang
And when we come we taking everything

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party
Dub your ****, baby

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party
Dub your ****, baby

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Dub your ****, baby

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party
Dub your ****, baby

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your **** started
This is your **********in' party
Dub your ****, baby


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Everythang
  • 2 5 Million Ways to Kill a C.E.O.
  • 3 Wear Clean Draws
  • 4 Ghetto Manifesto
  • 5 Get Up
  • 6 Tight
  • 7 Ride the Fence
  • 8 Nowalaters
  • 9 Pork and Beef
  • 10 Heven Tonite
  • 11 Thought About It 2
  • 12 Lazymuthafucka