Brooklyn Funk Essentials - I Got Cash (HQ) video free download

Dig It.

From "Make Them Like It" (2000)

I got cash in fuck you quantities

Know what?

That makes you uncomfortable?

Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

Fuck your Saab convertable

And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst

Stupid mutha fuck

Fuck the Hamptons

The fly infested south of France

I'm paid asshole,

I got more cash than God can count

so why don't you just.... die?

Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's

Low cholesterol, naturally

Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times

Fuck the Wall Street Journal

And News Week

And the lot

Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest

Stupid set of priviliged mutha fuckers

Think its fashionable to have an alternative view

An alternative view

And fuck, if you can

Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting, caffeine limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet sweetening, read view mirror preening, carrot nibbling bunny

Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker

I got cash, what else matters?

I got cash

Slave

Fuck your fencing and screw your squash,

Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,

Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash,

Mega cash,

I'm happy with that,

Oh go and sit on your ski rug,

Money talks you little pussy,

You let your politically correct pals know,

That i think you're a dick also,

You dirty asshole

And your idea of multiculturalism

Japanese resturant on Monday,

Indian on tuesday,

And on Wednesday, Caribbean,

Not too spicy please

Well

I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash.

Moneys in my family for generations,

My great great great grandfather made the bag,

Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash mutha fuckah,

And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?

Dumb fuck.