Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doin' A Crime , by - Us3. Song from the album Broadway & 52nd, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 31.12.1996
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: English
Doin' A Crime |
| Action packed black Mac10, Junior and his friend |
| Not a pot to piss in, starvin' brothers on a mission |
| Half past two, William planned to rob the toll booth GW bridge |
| Got the weapon concealed, nothin' to lose |
| They choose to break the rules at all cost |
| Stick 'em in Jersey, hit the other side to New York |
| Black and red leather suits and black biker boots |
| One got the gun, the other one controls the motorbike |
| Adrenaline pumpin', dreams of cash |
| Anybody tryin' to stop them’s, gettin' lead in their face, believe that |
| Black pack on his back, ready for loot to fill |
| What a thrill, they gonna be robbin' that booth for real |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or get locked for life |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or just lose your life |
| Helmets on, racin' down route 4 |
| Junior pushin' the bike, Ike totin' the Mac |
| No time to be scared when we on 'em point it at 'em |
| Tell 'em to fill the bag 'cos we not gettin' had |
| By this time it’s 5.30, rush hour’s thick |
| So they weave through the cars |
| Get to the toll booth quick, «It's a chick» |
| He put it to her head and said, «It's a stick, fill the bag |
| Big bills, put the ones in my hands, we out» |
| Hot with the cops on their trail, dippin' and swervin' |
| Almost crashed right into a rail |
| Sweatin' like hell, they’re not even tryin' to see jail |
| 'Cos they pulled the sting and robbed the toll booth for real |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or get locked for life |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or just lose your life |
| Junior weavin' through the cars, speed the cops, can’t catch |
| But they’re gainin' on 'em, Ike got a plan for that |
| Throw the ones in the air, all the cars hit the brakes |
| So they could get out and get some, the cops look dumb |
| Because they couldn’t get through, people blocked the path |
| So Junior and Ike hit the west side fast |
| They got their gear stashed somewhere near the train |
| Smooth getaway, ready to take the loot to the brain |
| Change their clothes, ditch the bike, Ike tripped in the trash |
| Keep it movin', gotta get the loot to the lab |
| Breathin' heavy, movin' quickly, situation’s sticky |
| The whole mission was ill, they got away smooth for real |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or get locked for life |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or just lose your life |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance |
| You might get away or get locked for life |
| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice |
| You might get away or just lose your life |