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the count (interlude) - masta ace lyrics

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[james brown sample]
down and out, new york city
ain’t nowhere to be, where can you go?
when you’re down and out in new york city
said i’m never never never gonna get that way again
no

[fats – talking]
(one, two, three, four, five)
(six, seven, eight, nine, ten)

[masta ace – talking]
god d-mn that’s a lot of cash, yo

[fats – talking]
(one, two, three, four, five)

[masta ace – talking]
i ain’t seen that much money in my life

[fats – talking]
(yeah, i know)

[masta ace – talking]
crazy

[fats – talking]
(one, two, three, four, five)

[masta ace – talking]
ayo, how they not gonna’ have hbo in this
bullsh-t -ss hotel, for real yo

[fats – talking]
(i don’t know)

[masta ace – talking]
c’mon man

[fats – talking]
(one, two, three, four, five)
(six, seven, eight)

[masta ace – talking]
ayo i heard if you fold up a 20 dollar bill, right?
you can see the world trade center on fire and sh-t

[fats – talking]
(jesus christ, would you shut the f-ck up?)
(you’re gonna’ make me lose count again)

[masta ace – talking]
my bad, just shooting the sh-t

[fats – talking]
(six, seven)
(here)

[masta ace – talking]
what’s this for?

[fats – talking]
(that’s just for letting me go on tour with you)
(because we just developed this nice little partnership)
(and i gotta’ say it was a good summer for me)

[door knocking]

[fats – talking]
(what, you order room service?)

[masta ace – talking]
h-ll naw’, room service?
this is motel 6 man, c’mon

[fats – talking]
(let me see, uh who is it?)

[maintenance guy – talking]
(hotel maintenance, i’ve come to fix the toilet)

[fats – talking]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, just a minute)
(let me put something on)
(get that bag over there)
(that bag, don’t forget that bag right there)
(f-ck)

[masta ace – talking]
now i know you’re probably wondering
what i was doing in that hotel room with fats belvedere
sorrounded by bags of cash and credit cards
and counterfeit cashier’s checks
i can’t front, i’m asking myself that same sh-t right now
well it all started a few months earlier
it was the first day of summer
in the borough of brooklyn

- masta ace lyrics

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