作词 : Eclipse/Knucklehead/Jerold Ellis/G. Husband/Dave Elliot 作曲 : Eclipse/Knucklehead/Jerold Ellis/G. Husband/Dave Elliot Chorus *(yukmouth)* Broke *******s make the best crooks Ya best look Over your shoulder If you's a highroller (broke mutha *******as they make the best crooks) (broke mutha *******as they make the best crooks) Verse 1 *(knumskull)* Let's see how your vest look See if it fits ya Picture four hideous hustlas Quick to lick the silliest bustas I played the roll And ready to fold Fix ******* in gold Is a no-no Livin low like de la soul It's the "o" And the folks don't understand Yes you can Rush, shake the van And catch the ice cream man They know me As the loyal citizen The boy who visited Hot But on the spot I'm more chillier than dennis-in Fini*******n up my zip Quick to make my grip You ******* around and get licked By the luni click So that means ******* can't fade me ******* lobster I'm ****** up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens I got work Someone told knumskullin Rollin Four man deep In a stolen jeep Wit heat Keep the space between *******s and me ever What? ballin outta control??!! Nah, petty theivin Leavin no evidence or clues ******* you gets a date wit yo moms But you gets robbed by the luniz fool If i was a bum I'd be straight to ride out ******* a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out. *(chorus)* x1 Verse 2 *(knuckle head)* Knuckle head Fool wit that master plan Yeah Got my glock caulked Wit my yay in my hand Understand I'm bigger than Fourth indo man That rappin ******* also known as mr. window man Cuz when i roll ******* i rolls deep I be killin mutha *******as in they sleep So punk p! The situation is i skipped it No set trip Got the glock caulked Keepin the tech on the hip Like a pro Deep up on the slope Pick up the pace Wit no time to waste Put my gun to his ****** face Action-packed wit my *******t It's the poetry Kickin this psycho *******t Wit my click So you knows of me It's goin down I'm all about my mail Wit my g's Flipped from keys Equals **** i'm a sale Client-tell Got me on top wit raps a crook But all you ever get Is cum in yo little lungs So mutha *******as took they last look (i'm broke, i'm sellin check books) Cuz broke *******s make the best crooks. *(chorus)* x1 *(yukmouth talking)* Eh bail, look who that? who the ******* is that? *(**** man talking)* You're *******, give it to me. now! *(yukmouth)* What the ******* you? you must be snortin some *******t or something. (what the ******* is that?!) *(yelling and screaming in back)* *(knumskull talking)* Let's go turn off all the lights And make it seem like no ones home *******s comin from the eastside Bout to hoo ride and get stole. Verse 3 *(eclipse)* See the whole thang was a plot Cuz that ******* you got, she gave me the scoop 12 o'clock Lexus coupe Fill it up wit hella loot Since your neighbors are all in my business You *******s don't need to know who the ******* this is Juss throw on a ski mask And then i dash This my last visit And then i'm outtie 350 prob'ley You *******s scared Don't stop me I'm a pro When it comes to gangsta robberies The paraph*******ia The *******s The killas The mobb The riggas The skrilla The dealas is doin they job Eclipse Keeps clips (so don't you make 'em wanna blast *******) I'd rather jack yo ass ******* Than be a broke ass *******. *(chorus)* x1 Verse 4 *(yukmouth)* **** fiends in the kitchen Smokin on a pipe Hustlas on the corner Shootin dice All of my folks in jail Raisin hell Got ******* on the whole stroll Sellin fruit *******tales To clock mail ******* pimps Ballas Shot callas All of us gots to get our money on Oakland be's no joke It ain't no mutha ****** funny bone Sky out to your honey comb hideout Money gone! Pullin capers on fakes Erase your papers like white out Ain't no tryouts Or basketball sports Juss a crazy horse My four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch Back and fourth Like cameo I'm always death row Even though i try I can't let go Like mariah Carry the four-fiver To blow *******t up like maguyver Me be steadily mobbin an robbin a cab driver Either be a broke ass No cash Havin your doe on I float on Break more *******s than ozone What Really goes on Hops The props i must Clock Hearin no glock Will have that ass holdin like buckshots ******* cops I post on the block slangin crack-noid Avoid being broke I'm tradin places wit dan akroyd *(chorus)* x1
作词 : Eclipse/Knucklehead/Jerold Ellis/G. Husband/Dave Elliot 作曲 : Eclipse/Knucklehead/Jerold Ellis/G. Husband/Dave Elliot Chorus *(yukmouth)* Broke *******s make the best crooks Ya best look Over your shoulder If you's a highroller (broke mutha *******as they make the best crooks) (broke mutha *******as they make the best crooks) Verse 1 *(knumskull)* Let's see how your vest look See if it fits ya Picture four hideous hustlas Quick to lick the silliest bustas I played the roll And ready to fold Fix ******* in gold Is a no-no Livin low like de la soul It's the "o" And the folks don't understand Yes you can Rush, shake the van And catch the ice cream man They know me As the loyal citizen The boy who visited Hot But on the spot I'm more chillier than dennis-in Fini*******n up my zip Quick to make my grip You ******* around and get licked By the luni click So that means ******* can't fade me ******* lobster I'm ****** up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens I got work Someone told knumskullin Rollin Four man deep In a stolen jeep Wit heat Keep the space between *******s and me ever What? ballin outta control??!! Nah, petty theivin Leavin no evidence or clues ******* you gets a date wit yo moms But you gets robbed by the luniz fool If i was a bum I'd be straight to ride out ******* a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out. *(chorus)* x1 Verse 2 *(knuckle head)* Knuckle head Fool wit that master plan Yeah Got my glock caulked Wit my yay in my hand Understand I'm bigger than Fourth indo man That rappin ******* also known as mr. window man Cuz when i roll ******* i rolls deep I be killin mutha *******as in they sleep So punk p! The situation is i skipped it No set trip Got the glock caulked Keepin the tech on the hip Like a pro Deep up on the slope Pick up the pace Wit no time to waste Put my gun to his ****** face Action-packed wit my *******t It's the poetry Kickin this psycho *******t Wit my click So you knows of me It's goin down I'm all about my mail Wit my g's Flipped from keys Equals **** i'm a sale Client-tell Got me on top wit raps a crook But all you ever get Is cum in yo little lungs So mutha *******as took they last look (i'm broke, i'm sellin check books) Cuz broke *******s make the best crooks. *(chorus)* x1 *(yukmouth talking)* Eh bail, look who that? who the ******* is that? *(**** man talking)* You're *******, give it to me. now! *(yukmouth)* What the ******* you? you must be snortin some *******t or something. (what the ******* is that?!) *(yelling and screaming in back)* *(knumskull talking)* Let's go turn off all the lights And make it seem like no ones home *******s comin from the eastside Bout to hoo ride and get stole. Verse 3 *(eclipse)* See the whole thang was a plot Cuz that ******* you got, she gave me the scoop 12 o'clock Lexus coupe Fill it up wit hella loot Since your neighbors are all in my business You *******s don't need to know who the ******* this is Juss throw on a ski mask And then i dash This my last visit And then i'm outtie 350 prob'ley You *******s scared Don't stop me I'm a pro When it comes to gangsta robberies The paraph*******ia The *******s The killas The mobb The riggas The skrilla The dealas is doin they job Eclipse Keeps clips (so don't you make 'em wanna blast *******) I'd rather jack yo ass ******* Than be a broke ass *******. *(chorus)* x1 Verse 4 *(yukmouth)* **** fiends in the kitchen Smokin on a pipe Hustlas on the corner Shootin dice All of my folks in jail Raisin hell Got ******* on the whole stroll Sellin fruit *******tales To clock mail ******* pimps Ballas Shot callas All of us gots to get our money on Oakland be's no joke It ain't no mutha ****** funny bone Sky out to your honey comb hideout Money gone! Pullin capers on fakes Erase your papers like white out Ain't no tryouts Or basketball sports Juss a crazy horse My four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch Back and fourth Like cameo I'm always death row Even though i try I can't let go Like mariah Carry the four-fiver To blow *******t up like maguyver Me be steadily mobbin an robbin a cab driver Either be a broke ass No cash Havin your doe on I float on Break more *******s than ozone What Really goes on Hops The props i must Clock Hearin no glock Will have that ass holdin like buckshots ******* cops I post on the block slangin crack-noid Avoid being broke I'm tradin places wit dan akroyd *(chorus)* x1
