Artist: Run The Jewels Album: Run The Jewels 3 Song: Stay Gold Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Cedmaster3K [Intro: Killer Mike] (his son) Say, "Dad, Uncle El, stay gold" (Dad, Uncle El, stay gold) [Chorus: El-P] (Killer Mike) {both} I got a bad girl, got a brain-with-an-ass girl She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk and they get it like Gold, G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D It's gold, G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's... (I got a good thing with a bad bitch that's rare, bitch!) (She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk in the room and take err' bitch) (Gold) {G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D} (It's gold) {G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D - that's gold} [El-P] I got a bad girl, got a brain-with-an-ass girl She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk and they get it like gold All you fuckin frauds can keep jugglin lava rocks I'm non-compliant, I'll define it, nothing servile, all defiance You're gonna love how we ride to the gates on a lion, high and smilin Me and Mike, we just think alike and can't stop high-fivin I'm not a +running man+, I'll +do the wop+ on you hoes, then grab the dough I hit a lick every time that we park the bus, then it's time to go [Killer Mike] I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that's rare bitch She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk in the room, take err' bitch We fuss, we fight, we fuck like freaks what a fabulous marriage You ain't lived you life 'til you've seen a bad bitch eat your wife like a savage Not your average guys, we play cool but see through savage eyes We're the crooks, we'll run the jux and kidnap mom from jazzercise Get Stockholm syndrome when she get home, mom's like "I like those fuckin' guys" Ay thanks for the ransom handsome, let mom know the guys loved her pumpkin pie [Chorus] [El-P] Uh, check it out Gold is shiny, gold is fun Some like takin' gold with gun A heart ain't gold if it don't like us but go for the gold dumb fuck, good luck A golden boy man good as gold Golden rule is "Don't lose your soul" Piss on power, golden shower Golden rays of sun grow my dope [Killer Mike] Look at my gold, goin' for the gold 'fore a G get old and his heart grow cold I go-go-go for every year my career was slow and seemed that it wouldn't go And you should know we pitch these rhymes Like Smoltz, like Glavine, like Maddux in '95 And now we shine just like Eddie's Golden Teeth from Greenbriar in '99 [El-P] Can't be broke when you own gold rope Pawn shops offerin cash for those Cash is fake though, gold accrues I make my own gold, golden goose Run down yellow brick roads toward riches Just be sure to not trust no wizards Golden age is now gone, admit it All that's gold is not gold that glitters [Killer Mike] Thirty-six inch Cuban as I'm movin through Cuba with a half a ki of gold on my neck - sheeeeit! Call me Gaddafi and pay me in gold 'cause your money ain't really worth shit Just a piece of paper to promote propaganda To keep you in debt and on yo' dick I see these dope boys had shit right all along Puttin gold on them and they biiitch~! [Chorus]