Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Crew Can't Go For That , by - Trigger Tha GamblerRelease date: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
My Crew Can't Go For That |
| My crew can’t go for that, no-o ah ha, no can do |
| Now my crew can’t go for that |
| can’t go for that, can’t go for that |
| No can do! |
| Do you wanna take a ride thru the hood? |
| The roughest clique, serious, up to no good |
| Can’t go for no progress, it leads to stress |
| Mess when we step you’ll get’cha neck snapped when I’m thru |
| The axe on the necks, left for trach |
| We heard your footsteps in the city where the sun don’t shine |
| Reign affliction last forever when it’s the race upon the 9 |
| Ruckus, so plan your mind and organise |
| I sit back in my bed watch Bill and Ted |
| Make sure my days is excellent before my eyes get red |
| The professor teachin rappers without the lecture |
| My texture move forty yards like rave tracks without the measure (measure) |
| My crew come better, better come with crews that’s beef setters |
| Settin beef I’m known for bein that rhyme deader you can’t defeat (uhh) |
| Somethin that was made to never die |
| I’m here for a reason dats why God trusty, nah! |
| If nobody told you I’ma show you |
| checkmate your king, overthrow you |
| You crown me King like checkers |
| Jump and blow you way out, stay out |
| My knight’s out to put ya day out |
| I’m losin it, confusin it |
| Next level mentality to add on, take away reality, I’m usin it |
| But most don’t agree with these tactics |
| They find MC’s in the middle of four wars on their knees |
| Cuz I freak it backwards, backward’s how I freak it, peep it |
| My sanity helps me live it and speak it frequent |
| Slowly I can capture criminal raptures |
| The master blowin MC’s with minimal batches of rappers |
| What be the malfunction? |
| Function |
| cause the funk, we are the jump just like the junction |
| Clique policies |
| don’t y’all place lace, get broken when it step up to these |
| Ya best ta take heed |
| With all love, due to the fact I jump funk on tracks |
| Get down for stacks, my crew can’t go for that |
| And to be exact my gamblin staff stay with a Mac |
| The clip-on wack 'head for attack, can’t find no map |
| The remedy be in me, I see |
| Jump funkin, funkin we jump in ??? |
| tha South instantly |
| Drive-by, the hitman for hire |
| Settin wack crews on fire |
| Bow down to your lyrical musical sire |
| D-aah-V extraordanaire |
| Kick snares in your end til your jams be def cool, who’s left? |
| Cardiac arrest my chest like DT’s or raps, man |
| Now bring it all to a close, close it off |
| Put that raw style and the game, froze it off |
| so it all a boil down to this |
| Basically facin me you’re mistakingly ludicrous |
| I ain’t new to this! |