Wise Guy - 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