Lyrics:
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
Just another day of duties on the Skeld
Slightly spooked by all the
Crew that we've expelled out the airlock
Thinking that we're Sherlock
Trying
around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
when we CRUISE x2
VERSE 3:
the kid raps like lasers, sharp like rasors
rollin up my weed and some ?gos see
We be the crew that presents to the wicked instrumental
Damaging your mental from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB
Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY
Line your crew up now -- BABALITY
In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my
brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For
of dirt
You can tell by the way that we live
Onjogeza otya kumakya
Nga omanyi sinalya
Want to see me turn on your screen
Like 1,2,3
Count with me yeah we
forgetting
To live inside the moment, with these beautiful women
They all up on me, I just don't see
Cause I'm blinded by, all these different things on my
In a Two Live Tribe on a Quest
Boo-Yah straight to his chest
If they test we'll Xzibit work
Rodney O is Joe Coolio than Moe Dee G Rap and Herc
We
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
you do all of your stunts without a movie crew
And I’m the only one that see it like ya Susie Q
Aye
I just wanna get ya x-rated
We ain’t gotta let
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
King, I played every card in the deck
lay back and let my mind start to trip
By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew
If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got
they on me she jumped right in
The mood I stood by the
Deep end then jumped right in the
Pool I can still pull
To the trenches day n night with the
Crew
Prepare for launch in 3
2
1
Take you to the moon
I know what you like
Caught you by surprise
Now you
Now you
Now you taking flight what you feeling
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
Just another day of duties on the Skeld
Slightly spooked by all the
Crew that we've expelled out the airlock
Thinking that we're Sherlock
Trying
cause I can can can
Court order wе need thirty bands bands bands
Hop in his bitch and throw it back back back
One for the money two for thе show
I’m with
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