on the run like a bandit i'm on the loose
now you eat the dust and you taste the
puppy chow this ain't no standstill hold
up captain crunch a desperado i take you
out to lunch i'll gank your milk money
honey it's a royal treatment no tracks out
back in the wet cement a broke tooth
and a phone booth and a change of
clothes 'cause everyone knows i get
mean in the smoke screen half time going
on the crime scene operation down low
you call your hero but like sweetback i
got no afro i'm coming dark creepin' in
your alley watch your eyes as i make a
quick getaway gonna trap me slingshot
happy spider web window with a fatal
blow

Writer : SIMS, MATTHEW JOHN / COOLEY, DAVID J.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.