Come Find Yourself

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (4x)

The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
They try to rock me
They say they got the 40 cal glok
With the 30 round clip
And they losing their damn grip. . .
Well, i came back from hell so god damn fit
I'll bust your lip, and make you strip
You can play them games
But don't play'em in my park
I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you town car
Ranting and raving, claiming you're armed
I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parm
Mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin'
I'll chop your ass up like i was jimmy coonan
The westy, honey don't test me!
Ooooh - i just ate 5 blotters
And things are gettin' kinda wacked!

If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
Just say oops! and jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line. (2x)

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (2x)

I got bear huge for my brothers
And i got no love for the others
C'mon kids, you ain't built for bids
You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker
"mucho dinero" the man with the hat said
He changed his mind once the crack in his head bled
Movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion
Referring, concurring, and workin' out solutions

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (4x)

If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
Just say oops! and jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line. (2x)

Know your man, know his game, don't be ashamed from where you came,
If you ask me, i'd rather have money than fame.

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (8x)

Na na na

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)

Hey muneka, i think i wanna take ya
Back to the lab, with my gift of gab
And a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,
I'll rush your end zone like my man don shula
You're my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, i'm the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, i'm a man's man; do you understand?
What i'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know it's really hard when you love someone. you always
Stood by me like spanky did stymiey and if anybody messes i'll
Bust'em in the eye. and check that ass like phil esposito
The guido, u.p.s. next day back to toledo.

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain't gottem, well, well

Me and my les paul is out droppin' science
Pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
Never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder
Since my dog got older; i walked the walk and i aced the test
When i put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead
I'll break into your house and i'll smell your bed.

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (3x)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
(2x)

I used to wear dress blues, i used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.c. with the wing tip shoes.
My boss said it was parris or prison and the judge said: "son you better
Make a decision."
I chose the former because i heard it was warmer, april in parris, hell
South of the border. they put me together, tougher than leather. set
Me on your ass because they didn't know better.

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. (4x)

I hold the fort left, right and center
The number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. check the photo
Finish i'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing not playing the role,
See i got more gumbas than bobby de niro and if i was you i'd
Act like nixon and spiro. so drink your rock and smoke your pot
And chill where it's shady. i got more endurance than in-a-gadda-
Da-vida baby.

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. (4x)

I'm up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .(6x)

Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. (4x)

We're up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .(13x)

- everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
- any of you fucking pricks move, and i'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!

Me and fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got steve outside carrying a full pack.
Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (hey that's smooth)
I walked up to the teller, i gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that i found cute, and i said,
"baby, baby, baby"
(is this some kharmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
By that time fast tapped me with the 9
He said it was time to blow, ya know. so out the door we go.
Back to the ride with steve inside and alive; off we drive
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll
Never get far, riding around in a stolen
Police car, so we dropped it off and
Piled in a caddy; steve was driving
Because i had to talk to my man about something.

- look, i don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want.
- torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, i like that one.

Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of scooby snacks! (2x)

I don't give a fuck about the hell's
Gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and i'm still
Standing up staight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing
Where the cop is.
They're at the dunkin donuts, adjacent from
The froman's whose mailbox fast had just
Exploded. they gave chase, but my man
Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers
With haste. we cast off and along we went
Off bermuda to an island resort we rented.

- sonny, i need you cool, are you cool?
- i am cool.

Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of scooby snacks! (4x)

I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and i'm somewhat convoluted
Because i'm living in a coma
I render those useless who pinch off my trim,
Your light they are on but your lights they are dim
I got the bushmill shots, some cops that give me props
I got the motts, spike, i got the motts.
Having fun with my gun, son, you know it's loaded and the flc
Is raw y'all not candy coated.

Cooling on the block
With my case of rolling rock
Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot
Cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys
They asked me to be mayor, and if i had a choice
'cause i love you people and my boys love you too,
So fuck the king of beers this ones for you.
So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
The flc with the mucho grande style

You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix
A man when he's broke. you know you can't max if you don't pay
The tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. (2x)

You know the funk i drop is wild just like aretha beltin',
My shit is going fast, so get your second helping,
My brain cells are dying, young women are crying,
But i keep on trying,
Like my man jack ryan.
You see my man is in my face as if he has been drinking
They say that he needs space but i know what he is thinking
We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted
The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted
Its the fun lovin' criminals out to represent
I know its tough being hard and politically correct
So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
The flc with the mucho grande style

You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix
A man when he's broke. you know you can't max if you don't pay
The tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. (4x)

One, two, three and i come with the redneck style
'cause you know i get paid by the mile, like avis
I pave this, fast save this, everybody smile. . .
And act gracious
See i rob banks, i pull pranks, sometimes i eat
Franks and knishes,best wishes, i'm vicious but here
I am again like cnn. delivery my friend.

Stick 'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal (2x)

Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
I'm more freaky than disco 2000
I scream, i yell, i bark, i bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
And i never, ever, ever say die
I never take myself too seriously
'cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly

Stick'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal (4x)
The fun lovin' criminal (3x)

Means with the green, murder on your spleen
Living in a dream do you know what i mean
Goateed indeed, smart like john steed
I'll steal your girlie and i'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor that i'll always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you'll be thinking i'm from the u.n.
I broke into the white house and never got caught
And i'd be neil armstrong if i was an astronaut
I am always optimistic about human relations
I got more friends than my man peter gatien
We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging


Stick'em up punk, it's the fun lovin' criminal (4x)