Capital Offender Lyrics

D Generation Capital Offender

I may not exist on your gold card list
but my dues are paid in full
for a couple of grand you wanna shake my hand
tell me what are you trying to pull?

you got cash, you got flash
but you ain't got a heart to bleed...
you strong arm, you got charm
but who's got the blood you need?
(just a) capital offender

I wanna a place in sun before I'm 21
maybe high on the Hollywood Hills
you want exclusive rights to sign away my life
for a measly stack of bills

I want cash, I want flash
I want a car and a girl to match
buy high, sell low
I might as well sell my ass

(and be the) capital offender
a capital offender

you're hashing out deals
on expense accont meals
trying to get me cheap
my pockets are empty you're six feet deep

ten of four at the liquor store
it all fell right into place
for a couple of grand I said raise your hand
and empty two rounds into his face

twenty five to life
maximum security
a poor fool... (poor fool)
like me (like me)
I never had any future you see...
(just a) capital offender
a capital offender
a capital offender
a capital offender...