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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''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
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