Title: Blues For Suckers
Artist: Fun Lovin Criminals
Composer(s): Steve Borgovini, Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan
Lyric:
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy
They try to get foxy, they try to rock me
They say they got the 40 cal glok
With the 30 round clip and they losing their damn grip
Well, I came back from Hell, so God damn fit
I'll bust your lip, and make you strip
You can play them games
But don't play 'em in my park
I'll spill a wild bill before you get out you town car
Ranting and raving, claiming you're armed
I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken pram
Mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin'
I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Conan
The westy, honey don't test me
Ooh, I just ate 5 blotters
And things are gettin' kinda wacked
If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
Just say oops and jump through hoops
And get to the end of the line
And get to the end of the line
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
I got bear huge for my brothers
And I got no love for the others
Come on kids, you ain't built for bids
You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker
Mucho Dinero, the man with the hat said
He changed his mind once the crack in his head bled
Movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion
Referring, concurring and workin' out solutions
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
Just say oops and jump through hoops
And get to the end of the line
And get to the end of the line
Know your man, know his game
Don't be ashamed from where you came
If you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na, na, na, we got the block locked up
Na na na
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