Текст песни Crime

[Quasimoto and madlib] Quasimoto crew, uh-oh Man, shit [Quasimoto and madlib] Mr. Buddah had a new scheme Had a clock cheese to cheap the American dream (Make me some kind of sign so I know it's you) Popped the masks, then we clock where the stash is at Supreme lakim is where the cash is at, man He got prostitutes and cocaine dreams Run about sixteen scenes, you know what I mean, yup (That's the one) We gon' go out like soldiers And drop every boulders while you're grabbin' the boulders (all hundreds) Big bills, in a bag over your shoulder (fuck it) [Madlib] Man, why me? Shit Why can't I drive the car or somethin'? (Oh well, tough luck, nigga) Crime Dreams, money Quas', that's money not in your brain, so um (Make me some kind of sign so I know it's you) (You get 'em? Shit) The following demonstration is copyrighted by loop digga, thou shall not steal