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Fun Lovin' Criminals

The Fun Lovin' Criminals (often referred to by their acronym, FLC) is an American alternative hip hop / alternative rock group from New York City. Their musical style is primarily eclectic, covering styles such as hip hop, rock, funk, blues and jazz. Their songs often deal with life in New York City, as well as urban life in general. As a band, they cover such issues as organized crime, recreational drug use, violence, poverty and politics. Their songs are often gritty or existentialist in nature, but are just as often humorous or satirical. They are best known for their hit "Scooby Snacks" which features samples from films by Quentin Tarantino, as well as the song "Love Unlimited", which serves as a comical tribute to Barry White (and shares its name with Wh… more »

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2000

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It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust
Ain't out of the blue like we usually do
So me and Angelo came around about seven
With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by the time it went down
I had crossed your path but you didn't know how
A record claimed star by the end of the week
Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street
The problems and pain runs hand in hand
When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band

The streets is watchin'
So keep on talkin'
Your time is tickin' down, down, down
The streets is watchin'
So keep on talkin'
Your time is tickin' down, down, down

Let's catch fishes
Bombs make misses
You get served like dishes
Like the soft machine kisses your ass
It's not one iota or a comma or a quota
It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust
Ain't out of the blue like we usually do
So me and Angelo came around about seven
With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by the time it went down
I had crossed your path but you didn't know how
A record claimed star by the end of the week
Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street
The problems and pain runs hand in hand
When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band

Let's catch fishes
Bombs make misses
You get served like dishes
Like the soft machine kisses your ass
It's not one iota or a comma or a quota
When your time here is over
One bum, two bum, three bums more
If dispute you're using then you know what it's for
A shot in the dark and after a thought
A lark
You hit the watermark but the thug didn't bark
Oh yeah, that's the sound of the police
They're makin' the wave because your hand is greased
Can't put nobody on unless they're wearing a thong
But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman
If I can't be true I don't want your money baby
See I'm happy being stealth
Can't define my wealth
So, yo, go ask somebody else

The streets is watchin'
So keep on talkin'
Your time is tickin' down, down, down

Yeah The streets is watchin'
Yeah The streets is watchin'
I said the streets are watchin'

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