Wise Guy Songtext

von Joe Pesci

It's the bitches that'll get yas
It's the bitches that'll get yas
It's the bitches that'll get yas
Treat all my broads like trash
You'll catch a blast if you move too fast
You don't have to ask
Getting everything by flash and cash
Fighting and stealing
Don't kill without feeling
So I win in the casino before they start dealing
All about respect and intellect
Only mess with the women that pick up the check
Two supermodels, one in each arm
One chick's brunette, the other was blonde
I heard their fathers had stocks and bonds
So I fucked 'em up and left 'em floating in a pond
Customary clothes from head to toe
Catch Joe at the fight sitting in the first row
Everybody follows when I'm ready to go
There's no need to show off, they already know
Lovely day in the neighborhood
Lovely day in the neighborhood
It's the bitches that'll get yas
Lovely day in the neighborhood
Lovely day in the neighborhood
It's the bitches that'll get yas
With a couple of guys
A made man, fact like my ass is fat
Catch Joe in Bermuda throwing 'em back
Sipping on Tequila with a straw hat
Put the prez on hold, tell him I'll call him back
Tow away zones? I don't get a ticket
Any crime committed, that shit is acquitted
I'm a goodfella, I'll tell ya if I did it
Freak scenes with your wife last time I hit it
Cuz I'm more man than you'll ever be
And it was probably your wife in bed with me
If you see me you better look the other way
Double cross me you won't live to see another day
I got seven cars in my garage
A limousine with a TV and bar
Don't do blow and I don't sell crack
Stay alert, I got someone to whack
With a couple of guys
Another day, another court case. It's okay
Somebody in the jury's got rent to pay
Can't see myself in a jail rotting
Plus I got lawyers that are better than Cochrane
If there's a witness on tape that they play
Probably a broad that I used to lay
The last one to talk was never ever found
Got a call from downtown, put her in the ground
Her mother didn't like me, I never gave a fuck
Her brother didn't like me, I hit him with a truck
Her sister was a rip, everybody got a ride
Her father was a rat, so I buried him alive
If you talk to the cops and try to flee
Your car'll blow up when you turn the key
Don't cut a deal or have the case appealed
I keep my mouth shut and I never squeal
I told you before, I don't drive by
With a couple of guys
You got it motherfucker?
You got it motherfucker?
You got it motherfucker?
Go jump for joy, I'm the real McCoy
That's it motherfucker