Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Great Live Caper, Pt. 2, artist - J. Rawls. Date of issue: 17.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Great Live Caper, Pt. 2 |
| I ever tell you 'bout the time I had to solve this case |
| Some crab motherfuckers straight invading my space |
| It was approximately 8: 47 pm |
| I was on my way home coming back from the gym |
| My muscles kind of aching |
| They felt rigid and stiff |
| But my mind was at ease from this Coltrane riff |
| Playing loud at a shop right on Fulton and Troop |
| Till a Jeep drowned it out with Xzibit and Snoop |
| Certain parts of my body started acting crazy |
| My ears got to twitching, and my right hand shook |
| I had a sudden need for speed, so I decided to book |
| As I arrived on my block to see a bunch of kids |
| Noticing the door wide open |
| Expecting to see my humble abode stripped empty |
| Yo, hell no! |
| Yo, my trip from the front door |
| To the second floor |
| Had me feeling so alone, embarrassed, and insecure |
| My worldly possessions that I cherished and prized |
| Flashed in a matter of seconds before my eyes |
| Not to mention USA or RC3C |
| To open up in DC |
| For Run-DMC |
| Somebody pinch me! |
| My 10-speed GT |
| Right where I left it, rather bizarre |
| Still felt violated; |
| my apartment door was ajar |
| The window was wide open… but nothing was gone! |
| Held my head past the ledge |
| I seen two hooded figures flipping over a fence |
| They was way beyond capture, so I took a step back |
| So I could figure this shit out cause it was getting' intense |
| The computer was on, file cabinets wide open |
| Bookshelves was tipped over; |
| they searched, but ain’t steal |
| Wait a minute! |
| This picture from my built-in safe |
| Was slightly tilted to the side, I was beginning to feel |
| The same tingling in my ears and hands |
| Everything else in the house was there, so work with me one time |
| They stolen my priceless book of rhymes! |
| Oh, hell no! |
| Ah, shit! |
| I been hit! |
| Elizabeth, this is the big one |
| Fuck it, these niggers got me pulling out my big guns |
| So be it! |
| They want it, they got it, but can’t have it |
| Dagnabit! |
| The last thing I needed was static! |
| But I got a briefcase for just such an occasion |
| Hailed a cab |
| I was getting too nice |
| From the briefcase I pulled out a homing device |
| Three times better than Lo-Jack |
| These MCs is so wack |
| And now they gotta resort |
| To stealing my text?! |
| As I fixed on their position |
| The cabbie was feather-footed, it was getting me vexed |
| Even in the tunnel I was right on they tail |
| A green Volkswagon had the nerve to blast Braggin' |
| A dead giveaway, now watch justice prevail |
| I told the cabbie, Get closer, but he had no heart |
| Next thing I know we was, like, five blocks apart |
| But they was headed for the airport, the getaway plane |
| Traffic was getting thick, so I got out and ran |
| Followed the signal all the way to this private hangar |
| These niggers want to rendezvous with a Learjet |
| They pulled out just in time but I’m not done yet |
| Yo, watch this! |
| You think you’re getting away, thieves? |
| I know every rhyme in that |
| Book. |
| You got five seconds to turn around. |
| It’s like that? |
| Aight then! |
| If I can’t have it, no one can! |
| (Explosion) |