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Holy and the Stutter Jive King
Used to run Chicago doing the thing
They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of pants
And it weren't nobody's if the kid don't dance

Now back then in the hot seat, it was furtive, fast and fun
You'd better up all your bullets 'cause everybody had a gun
You had to use it but you never really knew
What the other guy the corner was gonna do

Now Holy Macaroni'd hang out at the Horse
He'd keep a knife in the freezer for emergencies of course
He'd say you'd drink them now boys
they throw you in the slammer and keep an eye out for your baby 'Cause she's about to pull the hammer

Ooh, boys, there go, crazy legs and all
Better watch 'cause the sky's about to fall
And when you get running, you can come back here
I'll be back in Charlottesville, I'll be the man of the

The Jive got twenty but Macaroni never talked
And shot her husband but she paid the man and walked
And somehow we all seemed to it through without a scratch
And if that seems too good to be true, well, there's probably a

Well, I was on the Edison and making out with Sue
And I was hanging out with and Roman Shepherd and the crew
Well, bullets flying and everybody hit the floor
And now the last thing I remember is coppers flying through the

Well, Sue, she bought it but everybody's gotta go
So I it be best if I skipped down to Mexico
Tequila and Terrazas and them bands
And three months in San Pellegrino and we're off

Heard about a bank job from this cat Lenny Bones
Three mill in the bag, a five way split and we were
So I figured the hell you gotta go with what you get
But only me and Lenny made it back but brother we set

Now the Holy Macaroni was a dollar flake
up in Folsom but the file was in the cake
Me and angel, we've been ever since that day
Shouting 'Viva La Fiesta', yo, man, that that a way