文本歌词

When I
First heard
Criminal
Minded
I was in
D**n where was I
Seventh grade
Battlin' this other emcee
Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down
Lower East Side with my n***as
I have no idea where I was it was so long ago
I was on my way to a family reunion
In a car on the Long Island
Expressway when I heard it
Rooselvelt Projects
I was in
I was outside of church
When I was really little and I was doing the
Wop with this girl
Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio
It was so long ago
Yo Merce what's up this is Hanson man
I want you to peep that out
Yo kid I was at this party this hype
Party when I heard
KRS' Criminal Minded I'll call you back peace
All right
All right
All right
All right
POS：
Channeling in sync so my what brings that testament
To cover twelve inches of funk
Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself
Specialising in cleansing like the its of
Elephants Dove hits bibles out the park man
Don't wven try to toss bleach I'm too dark and
Major more soul than James' Escapism
De La Soul is here to stay like racism
Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro flex Sue running you the links
Scout weather pouring rain outta duck's survive links
And if one winks for pink slips the slips are short
Dull minded as sperm to give out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the forty ounce drinker
I sport too fly for a forty ounce thinker
A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two inch
A talker of the berg without w**d influence
So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane
'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane
DOVE：
Grand groove I wish I had the flavor bid
Give me six bottles of beer I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier kick constructed by my man
Little elf big four gets the zootie for the self
Long Island living what twelve o'clock dawn
Jiggy not see me so I trip straight to your porches
Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle
Straw it and drink what bees gotta be's
'Cause I snort the crazy crazies
Man I kick the Franken style dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck ship boat rock
Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite
Here I hips to the hops
I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince
That brother been down ever since soaked cheese
And motor go smiling
Hey how ya doin'
Now meet in front of Big Lou's fighting
Hey y'all reminisce six streets little miles
Straight to my avenue
Aaaah aaaggh
Six streets went miles straight to my avenue
I'm headed for the bigger E for the bitter OE not me
Here's my Malibu child here's my Malibu
Buckshot honeys dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh