Lyrics:
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Ha ha
[Special K] One by one
[all three] The Treacherous Three crew, with master one
[Kool Moe Dee] I'm Kool Moe Dee y'all and I am so fresh
[all
And mattress funds
Go on a preview me
I'm the vulture, product of pop culture
By any means. It's messed up, ain't it
I'll graffiti the game done painted
that 45 in my lap
Nah I don't need no help
Ran through 80 pounds by myself
You had a silverspoon nigga, I had it hard
My whole family on hard
That's why
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Damn, another year gone by. Homies still locked up, couple homies resting
In peace, you know what I mean?
Born and raised through out
easier to follow
Fresh kill on the hillside
Easier to follow
Lead by tracks / heart thats been shot by an arrow
Trying to mend the broken circle
spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be
Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
But everyday
{Go ahead den}
"It's no way we can rock after them" <-- Black Thought
** scratched by DJ Tracks **
criminal, police should lock me up
I feel your heartbeat
Every day and every night, every night
And your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide,
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw
"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."
Oh what
freaky it was
Everything ya wanted cause I can't be weak yeah, baby, that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my dj, fresh on wax
you ready"
"Hit it Maestro" -- scratched by DJ LTD
"Hit it Maestro"
This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world
Fresh coast gettin' rowdy
We don't represent out west we signifyin'
We showin' out
And we
When you hit the sound you better breakdown
Sucka! Call me Skywalker
Smooth criminal move like a butter
Freestyle no cover
Got and tell your mother
Rao's homemadeeee
Operate so smooth like my name sadeeee
All ya moves delayed like you MTAaaa
DJ said my name it's time to make it rainnnn
gotta mouth
This is for the djs and beat makers,
Giving backbones to tracks and heat shakers
Release flavours, over loops n vibes
Now Primitive joint force with
Alright, alright
Nah, nah
When I grew up, criminals were my heroes
The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes
From jump it was always
I’m a pioneer of hip hoppin, sucka eliminating
Dope beat dropping, never hesitating
Hands levitating to the mic control
By the son of Tomasa, though
and sake, huh
Criminals pass, who's show improves?
We up to date no flakin' no moves
The niggas'll lake you in two
Pass by the Caesars in Vegas
My shooters is
coming
on the east right .. by the .. women
fresh ... i go the club going ham
girl see me vip and disappear from the ...
...more rose i know the .. from
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes
Big bottles and models and poom-pooms
Surroundin' my table, watchin' me like cable
My Dolce hat was low,
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