Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Criminal Background, artist - Young Chris. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Criminal Background |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| Now… |
| Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys |
| Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it P and Leslie (P and Leslie) |
| Blowin',??? |
| then he passed it to Haniffy |
| Tell me Crakk is off his grindin' |
| I’m in the heaviest weight class ho |
| C.R.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 ave |
| I might blast you, look at my lap, I’m in the cashew jag |
| 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 |
| 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, a condom 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 |
| 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!!! |