Criminal Background - Chris Young
[Verse 1: Young Chris] Criminal background, State Prop's back now Lookin' for a squad like ours, picture that clown Difference in them verses what we talk we live it too They just beats and hooks far from lyrical Just a lil' piece of mind I thought I'd share with you They don't really care for you Be a lil' careful, you Might think you sharin' ya shit And the weirdest shit Then next time you hear his shit You hearin' you That just let's me know I'm gift with the lyrics too While I don't take it personal Reverse em' when they share with you Keep her near you, unless you sharin' Cuz I party mines Sippin' on my name while you lames drinks Bacardi lime I'm takin' brains for the game when it's party time Thinkin' you here to hang with the gang? Well I'm sorry ma Go ahead ma, keep ya ol' man Chris Not Ronnie, ain't no old man shit Plus you know this [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Criminals grindin', you hear us rhymin' But at the same time nines is in alignment State Prop, a problem try to hide ya diamonds As if Peedi and them Youngins won't find em As if B. Sig and Freeweez ain't behind em Omilio Sparks and Oschin, perfect timin' We criminal background, we back now So lemme see ya motherfuckin' diamonds, diamonds... [Verse 2: Peedi Crakk] Now... Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it P and Lezzy (P and Lezzy) Blowin', ? Then he passed it to Haniffy Tell me Crakk is off his grindin' I'm in the heaviest weight class ho C. Are. E. A. M's say blast Got a camera in my bathroom lookin' at ya ass Know my whirl-a-frame playin' too bout to break fast Get a half, while my nigga Tommy Buttas do the math (do the math) It's like a capsule, you can see it from the past From the way they call me Crakk, from upstate I'm countin' cash From Montgomery's ass I might blast you, look at my lap, I'm in the cash rule The girls feel so good, but the brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman, cuz their mind is so steady, now here we go [Chorus:] [Verse 3: Young Chris] I undastand that the roc a crowded family But I gotta lotta family And I'm one of the hottest I know the fans runnin' to cop us Will need that jam that have Def Jam want em to drop us Can't none of them stop us, one in the top plus Ya don't really live it ya'll runnin' the blockbust They get it from the flicks (watchin' too many movies) Now watch them cameras If they don't get it from a snitch, they get it from the flicks I limit on these chicks, and kinda when I get head Ever since they told me you could get it from the lips I never hadda pops, I can get it from some shit Used to get it on the strip, or they get it from the clips [Chorus:] [Outro: Young Chris] Young C!... P. C.! Chad West, yous a problem! Brian Crest, holla at ya boy! My nigga P! Neef Buck, Face Dolla Sigel, Free, O and Sparks It's our summer Brice holla at the doe!
Artist: Chris Young
Title: Criminal Background