"Gold" as written by and Anthony L. Ray....
Go write his name
Eight ball run
Go write his name
Twenty-Four seven

Go write his name
Eight ball run
Go write his name
For T.K. heading

Crackin like a dollar
He's cruisin in his caddy
Crackin like a dollar
Got no place to go
Crackin like a dollar
Rollin' with you posse
Crackin like a dollar
We all get sold

Listen up brother's
Its a rhyme I can't repeat
I am sportin' more gold
Than a Rock'n'Roll freak
Mix is my name
Bustin rhymes is my game
I suspect you're gonna keel
When I take your'cheek

Find it pretty tough
It goes kinda rough
Stealin' and your dealin
But ya just can't get enough
Now you're cryin cos my broach is twenty millimetres fat
You're stealin gold elves down in break the Cadillac!

Walking round San Fran, rippin'up the set
Home boys on the corner ask us where we rock next
I'm not in town to smoke jo
If you broke your cash flow
We're backing seperate systems
And we're looking for the gold

Saw the rock man and we tail his bend
He drove past window where the Charlie cost in
He said the soda pop
Came to a complete stop
McDonalds on the left it was a go shop

'Yo baby check out this big gold ring!'

We walk into the shop and I had to stare
There's three girls in corner with their long blonde hair
I knock her out the window she was standin'in my vision
I saw this girl rub in my horizon she started fishin'
Walk up to the counter and we hit the bell
We all had money for the big gold sell
From back behind the counter came the big cold mon
Last name kinda funny but his first name was Johann
He said 'Put your money, ha nothin' to me'
Got nearly like buyin' my jewellry
Does that mean I got twenty and the medical list
My DMZ keeps all my plastics in my set

So I reached into my pocket and I pulled it back
I woulda bought the store but my bank just sank
I know I got points cos my gold shines bright
Gonna sport it to the solar system Saturday night

Maharaji's up next for the big gold dig
Flipped their person as the coal got heat
Smile on his face with grand in his hand
Brotha took his gold roll with a .38 spam
Kid sensation was the next at back
Brought a big nugget rock faced up a cadillac

Saw this gold up I said 'How much would that take up'
I told him seven hundred dollars and everybody said 'ooohh!!'

Security came over as the kid counts back
Gave him fourteen fifty then his face stayed blank
I grabbed the sack of gold and jihani said goodbye
We'd like to stay a kickin but we can't we gotta fly

Afford it!

Left the gold shop kinda happy
Promoter put us up in an 86 gold Caddy
Cross the Golden Gate and headed for the Napa valley
Melita in the car cos we through it in the alley

Everybody trippin' off a Mix-a-lot crew
Posse's fresh tips all feelings all flew
Caddy pushin 80 like a big black rocket
We're looking for a posse with no money in their pocket
We made a right turn there's a posse on the left
Before we get buried just remember we're def
Maharaji took the bank roll, Eric took the car kits
Sensation had a plan thinking he's a superstar
Step aside Kid I control this jam
You are my partner and heres my scam

I'll take the homeboys you'll take the skinner
The boys got gold but they ain't got feeler
Larry made a move with the black briefcase
5000 dollars worth of feeler in yer face
They ain't got money but they had a lot of dope
I said 'I don't want drugs just gimme your rope!'
I sell a suitcase of feelers boys it ain't no thing
Just gimme that gold back that includes all rings
Maharaji master gold I'm the homegirls knows
'Man we woulda took a broad the sucker was closed'

Go write his name
Eight ball run
Go write his name
Twenty-Four seven

Go write his name
Eight ball run
Go write his name
For T.K. heading


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    Lyric CorrectionWow, lots of errors there, was this captured with speech recognition software??

    This should be close:



    Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin')
    Gold around his neck (24-7)
    Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin')
    Gold around his neck (14k heaven)

    Clockin' lots of dollars cruisin' in his Benz
    Clockin' lots of dollars got no place to go
    Clockin' lots of dollars rollin' with your posse
    Clockin' lots of dollars we all got gold

    Listen up brothers its the rhyme I can't repeat
    I'm sportin' more gold than a rock n roll freak
    Mix is my name bustin' rhymes is my game
    Don't disrespect me cause I kill then I take your chain

    Life is pretty tough yet goes kinda rough
    Stealin' and your dealin' but you just can't get enough
    Now your crying cause my rope is 20mm fat
    Your stealin' gold emblems down at Fredrick Cadillac

    Walking round San Fran rippin' up the set
    Homeboys on the corner ask us where we rock next
    I'm not in town to smoke dope if you broke you can't come
    We're back in San Fransisco and we're looking for the gold

    Saw the rock man and we tailed his Benz
    He drove Powell street to where the trolly cars end
    He sipped his soda pop, came to a complete stop
    Looked over to the left it was a...gold shop

    Yo baby check out this big gold nugget ring

    Walked into the shop and I had to stare
    This freak was in the corner with the long blond hair
    I knocked her out the way cause she was standin in my vision
    I saw this gold rope and Maharaji started fishin

    Walked up to the counter and we hit the bell
    We all had money for the big gold sale
    From back behind the counter came the big gold man
    Last name kinda funny but his first name was Jahani

    Put your money down that's nothing to me
    Got really rock man buying my jewelry
    So that mean I got 20 in american and
    The AMG kick in my 516 mercedes

    So I reached into my pocket and I pulled thick bank
    I would of bought the store but my bank just sank
    I know I got points cause my gold shines bright
    Gonna sport it to the solar system Saturday night

    Maharaji's up next for the big gold deal
    Flipped dead presidents and cold got ill
    Smile on his face with a grand in his hand
    Bought a Turkish gold rope with a 30 inch span

    Kid Sensation was the next at bat
    Bought a big nugget watch face of a Cadillac
    He saw this gold rope and said how much for that ya go
    Told him 700 dollars everybody said ohhhh

    Security came over as the kid count bank
    Gave him 14 50's and his face stayed blank
    I grabbed the sack of gold and Jahani told em bye
    We'd like to stay and kick it but we can't we gotta fly

    Break

    We left the gold shop kinda broke but happy
    Promoter put us up in an '86 caddy
    Cross the golden gate and headed for the Napa Valley
    No litter in the car because we threw it in the alley

    Everybody's trippin' off of mix a lot's crew
    Pose fresh dipped all Fila's are blue
    Caddy pushin 80 like a big black rocket
    We're looking for a posse with no money in their pockets

    We made a right turn there's the posse on the left
    Before we get baby just remember we're def
    Maharaji took the bank roll Larry took the car
    Kid Sensation had a plan thinking he's a superstar

    Step aside kid I control this jam
    You are my partner and here's my scam
    I'll take the homeboys you take the skeezer
    The boys got gold but they ain't got Filas

    Larry made a move with the black briefcase
    5000 dollars worth a Fila in your face
    They ain't got money but they had a lot of dope
    I said I don't want drugs just give me your rope

    To sell a suitcase of Filas boy it ain't no thing
    Just give me that gold that includes all rings
    Maharaji snatched the gold out the homegirls nose
    Man we would of took her bra if the sucka was gold
    james1095on January 14, 2012   Link

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