The Jaka - My middle name is crime ft. Andre Nickatina lyrics

rate me

I roll weed like an out¬law

I'm right-hand¬ed, but still I'm a south paw

My gold rings are just for amuse¬ment;

Yo, it's 1 AM, let the liquor and the booze in

I dress fresh like Cap¬padon¬na

You might see me talkin' shit to all the chefs down at Beni¬hana

To be com¬plete¬ly hon¬est, I only see pi¬ran¬has

And all my nig¬gas mob¬bin', the heat is right be¬side us

Six-fif¬teen, slap¬pin' hard, we never move in si¬lence;

All about our cheese, small but we sleep in chimes

Tryin’ shake the sirens

Ev¬ery¬thing is ha¬rass

So all this shit is time¬less

Need zeros with the com¬mas.

I stake claim like a dice game

And I say "Where is my steak?"

When the beans and the rice came

You know my life is 'bout to rise and fall

So tell them bitch¬es I was born to ball, and I won't call;

It's the last call, and it's packed, y'all,

Cognac and rollin' weed like an out¬law.

Cho¬rus

Crime, and crime don't pay.

Ev¬ery¬body knows me out here in the bay.

Say what you say, put it on dis¬play,

It's some¬thing like re¬li¬gion where we stay

Man, my middle name is

Crime, and crime don't pay.

Everybody know me out here in the bay.

Say what you say, put it on display,

It's something like religion where we stay.

Man, my middle name is crime.

It's been a long time, youngin,

Change ain't comin,'

Long dry summer,

Until you hear this thunder.

Four-eleven posse, all you smell is rubber,

Two-eleven robbery, born in a struggle.

Mom's ashamed of me, but I still love her;

Could tell her my street story, but that don't concern her,

Niggas died in my arms so I sleep with the burner.

Cry and mourn but the pains still ponder,

Say we in a storm, but the rain ain't aqua.

Red and blue lights, spotlights, helicopter,

Here's what we faced and we placed in a lockbox.

One of my cellmates say he facin' a lifetime,

So I beat it down, took my pain from that long ride;

Never drop a tear but it never made your soul cry.

Won't nobody care when you're praying like "Oh, God,"

Locked in a basement and the years just roll by.

I'm complex like a foster child,

With marijuana in the car, and the beat is loud.

Ask Cunningham Motor, "Can I see the foul?"

Ask them broke-ass bitches, "How you like me now?"

Khan!

My mind state is like four clocks,

'Cause you can hear me going over like eight blocks.

My homey did six years with just eight rocks,

Got out, he got arrested at the same spot.

Damn!

I get you back like laser tag,

And it's something like Ali and Frasier had.

Such a beautiful mind when you count the math;

I ain't payin' for nothin' so collect the tab, baby.

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