Straight Outta Coney
Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 1:09 am
I came across this parody of "Straight Outta Compton" that somebody had written on the IMDB "Warriors" message board. Enjoy!!
[Cleon:]
Straight outta Coney, is a crazy mother named Cleon
From the gang called the Warriors; let's get it on
When I'm called off, I'm like a sawed-off
One shot and your ass is hauled off
It's time to soldier, so fall in with me
The Destroyers gonna try and come get me
Off C.I., that's why I'm goin' out
For that drunk-ass Virgil who's showin' out
Orphans start to mumble, they want to rumble
I'll mix 'em up, and cook 'em like gumbo
Goin' off on the Hi-Hats like that
With paint that's red; I ain't
No toy, so give it up smooth,
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a night move
When the music stops I'll keep you in your place
With a crime record just like Leatherface
Steel toe n' brass knuckle is the tool
Now you know I ain't about to act the fool
Me and you can go toe-to-toe, no 'maybe'
I'm knockin' Boppers out the box, daily
And weekly and monthly and yearly
Until the Bronx and Manhattan see clearly
That I'm down with a capital "CI"
Boy, you step to me and you die
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better get down
'Cos Cleon will damn sure hit 'em down
As I leave, believe I'm in the zone, yeah
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Coney
[Swan:]
Straight outta Coney, I'm living with my finger on the trigger
The Punks we wrecked, and our rep got bigger
I'm a hardcore soldier and you know this
Yet the Gramercy Riffs won't show this
But I don't really care, I'ma make my snaps
From stealin' car radios, or shootin' some craps
Or from doin' smash-and-grabs, that's called jackin'
Get on my bad side, you better be packin'
Knock a fool out in a sec
I find the Lizzies talkin' trash, I'll put 'em in check
If you're in the front row to catch "Xanadu,"
I'ma call you a sucker for the money you blew
You probably get mad like a critic's supposed to,
But that shows me that you'll get posed to
The Warriors' #2 on the streets
Attitude legit 'cos I'm ready to hit
My reaction's controlled and automatic
For any Baseball Fury that starts static
Gotta right hand 'cos I'm the hand itself
Every time that I pull a blade off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
Warriors, that's us but we're raw
See, the others know me as their Warchief
The definition is clear you're the source of my grief
A rumble's taken place without a clue
The Rogues made our list, and now they're through
Look, you might take it as a trip
But Swan's the king of the hill and on a Warrior tip
Straight outta Coney
[Ajax:]
Straight outta Coney
Is a Warrior that'll smother your mother
And make your sister think I love her
I'm dangerous, heavy muscle raising hell
And If I ever get caught, I'll make bail
See I don't really care, that's the problem
When I see the Jones Street Boys, I don't dodge them
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see the cops pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude show the Turnbulls drivin'
But don't know where the hell they goin'
Just rollin', lookin' for the outfit from C.I.
But here's a flash: they'll never seize us and here's why
Ruthless: never seen, like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unleash my rage in the park
You see a wrecking get you over hesitation
And hear the screams of the Panzers who got Warrior-style extirpation
Feel a little gust of wind and I'll jack
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin'
So what about the girl I picked up? We scored!
You think I care she's fifteen? Just points on the board
For Ajax; this is my autobiography
And if you ever mess with me
You'll get taken by the Warriors, brother, who will smother
Word to your mother, yeah:
Straight outta Coney
TO BE CONTINUED
[Cleon:]
Straight outta Coney, is a crazy mother named Cleon
From the gang called the Warriors; let's get it on
When I'm called off, I'm like a sawed-off
One shot and your ass is hauled off
It's time to soldier, so fall in with me
The Destroyers gonna try and come get me
Off C.I., that's why I'm goin' out
For that drunk-ass Virgil who's showin' out
Orphans start to mumble, they want to rumble
I'll mix 'em up, and cook 'em like gumbo
Goin' off on the Hi-Hats like that
With paint that's red; I ain't
No toy, so give it up smooth,
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a night move
When the music stops I'll keep you in your place
With a crime record just like Leatherface
Steel toe n' brass knuckle is the tool
Now you know I ain't about to act the fool
Me and you can go toe-to-toe, no 'maybe'
I'm knockin' Boppers out the box, daily
And weekly and monthly and yearly
Until the Bronx and Manhattan see clearly
That I'm down with a capital "CI"
Boy, you step to me and you die
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better get down
'Cos Cleon will damn sure hit 'em down
As I leave, believe I'm in the zone, yeah
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Coney
[Swan:]
Straight outta Coney, I'm living with my finger on the trigger
The Punks we wrecked, and our rep got bigger
I'm a hardcore soldier and you know this
Yet the Gramercy Riffs won't show this
But I don't really care, I'ma make my snaps
From stealin' car radios, or shootin' some craps
Or from doin' smash-and-grabs, that's called jackin'
Get on my bad side, you better be packin'
Knock a fool out in a sec
I find the Lizzies talkin' trash, I'll put 'em in check
If you're in the front row to catch "Xanadu,"
I'ma call you a sucker for the money you blew
You probably get mad like a critic's supposed to,
But that shows me that you'll get posed to
The Warriors' #2 on the streets
Attitude legit 'cos I'm ready to hit
My reaction's controlled and automatic
For any Baseball Fury that starts static
Gotta right hand 'cos I'm the hand itself
Every time that I pull a blade off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
Warriors, that's us but we're raw
See, the others know me as their Warchief
The definition is clear you're the source of my grief
A rumble's taken place without a clue
The Rogues made our list, and now they're through
Look, you might take it as a trip
But Swan's the king of the hill and on a Warrior tip
Straight outta Coney
[Ajax:]
Straight outta Coney
Is a Warrior that'll smother your mother
And make your sister think I love her
I'm dangerous, heavy muscle raising hell
And If I ever get caught, I'll make bail
See I don't really care, that's the problem
When I see the Jones Street Boys, I don't dodge them
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see the cops pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude show the Turnbulls drivin'
But don't know where the hell they goin'
Just rollin', lookin' for the outfit from C.I.
But here's a flash: they'll never seize us and here's why
Ruthless: never seen, like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unleash my rage in the park
You see a wrecking get you over hesitation
And hear the screams of the Panzers who got Warrior-style extirpation
Feel a little gust of wind and I'll jack
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin'
So what about the girl I picked up? We scored!
You think I care she's fifteen? Just points on the board
For Ajax; this is my autobiography
And if you ever mess with me
You'll get taken by the Warriors, brother, who will smother
Word to your mother, yeah:
Straight outta Coney
TO BE CONTINUED