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Go write his name
Eight ball run
Go write his name
Twenty-Four seven
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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
Eight ball run
Go write his name
Twenty-Four seven
Eight ball run
Go write his name
For T.K. heading
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
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
I told him seven hundred dollars and everybody said 'ooohh!!'
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
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
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
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'
Eight ball run
Go write his name
Twenty-Four seven
Eight ball run
Go write his name
For T.K. heading
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Wow, 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