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(When I) Webagentur Bonn (First heard) (Criminal) (Minded) (I was in...) (Damn, where was I?) (...seventh grade) (Battlin' this other emcee) (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas) (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 weed 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...
