t wait, can't wait to watch you crash Crash into the night together Me and you should be together Forever in this mess we call our own Crash into the
broke Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
Boy murdered on Wax and killed Mess with me and get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops
blocks that employ me These punk-ass cops annoy me, Playa hatin on my cash got Me bailin through them cuts throwin my sack and strappin the stash box Tryin to crash
Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you
my last Got what I came to get, the stacks and the stash I told Jimmy Iovine a** to shut the f*** up Got Dre callin' Shady sayin Em what's up? We done
the music Starts to drop That's when we take it To the parking lot And I bet you somebody's Gonna call the cops Uh oh's, here we go's (here we go
) What to do when the music starts to drop That's when we take it to the parkin' lot And I bet you somebody's gonna call the cops Uh-oh (Uh-oh) Here we
myself to see what I could take. I want to sing with my friends and never go home, dance all night and never be alone. This feels so good. Quick call the cops
for another baller To hit and never call her All in vain Life in the Lane A new crew of hookers on the track from up north Vice cops, they watch em stroll
clever and never lacked the flavor sweeps through street blocks Colin Powell calls the president when the beat drops (Equanox) My speech speeds up clocks for three blocks Ears pop, scared cops
through the hard my juggernaut plows Kamakazi! Kamakazi! Crash & Burn! Kamakazi! Kamakazi! Crash & Burn! Kamakazi! Kamakazi! No Return! Kamakazi! Kamakazi! Crash & Burn! Watch the poseurs try to flee As I frag the Sam Goody Rent-o-cops
sayin they too proud If I ruled the world, I do now Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd (Hook - Lunatics) 2x Call the cops, I see a
call on my momma to hold me tight Show me right from wrong This road I'm on, I passed my turn But please, don't allow me to crash and burn Just give
, more cuffs than crooked cops I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part
when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass What you call rappin', I call trash Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen I'm sicker
no, you're wet no My verbal techno, spit it for dire out the Expo Me and D-O, on the lee-low, lay low Call Grago, Boriquas call em Flaco The latest Timb
