Fun Lovin'

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (4x)

The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
They try to rock me
They say they got the 40 cal glok
With the 30 round clip
And they losing their damn grip. . .
Well, i came back from hell so god damn fit
I'll bust your lip, and make you strip
You can play them games
But don't play'em in my park
I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you town car
Ranting and raving, claiming you're armed
I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parm
Mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin'
I'll chop your ass up like i was jimmy coonan
The westy, honey don't test me!
Ooooh - i just ate 5 blotters
And things are gettin' kinda wacked!

If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
Just say oops! and jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line. (2x)

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (2x)

I got bear huge for my brothers
And i got no love for the others
C'mon kids, you ain't built for bids
You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker
"mucho dinero" the man with the hat said
He changed his mind once the crack in his head bled
Movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion
Referring, concurring, and workin' out solutions

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (4x)

If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
Just say oops! and jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line. (2x)

Know your man, know his game, don't be ashamed from where you came,
If you ask me, i'd rather have money than fame.

We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up (8x)

Na na na

I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and i'm somewhat convoluted
Because i'm living in a coma
I render those useless who pinch off my trim,
Your light they are on but your lights they are dim
I got the bushmill shots, some cops that give me props
I got the motts, spike, i got the motts.
Having fun with my gun, son, you know it's loaded and the flc
Is raw y'all not candy coated.

Cooling on the block
With my case of rolling rock
Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot
Cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys
They asked me to be mayor, and if i had a choice
'cause i love you people and my boys love you too,
So fuck the king of beers this ones for you.
So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
The flc with the mucho grande style

You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix
A man when he's broke. you know you can't max if you don't pay
The tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. (2x)

You know the funk i drop is wild just like aretha beltin',
My shit is going fast, so get your second helping,
My brain cells are dying, young women are crying,
But i keep on trying,
Like my man jack ryan.
You see my man is in my face as if he has been drinking
They say that he needs space but i know what he is thinking
We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted
The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted
Its the fun lovin' criminals out to represent
I know its tough being hard and politically correct
So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
The flc with the mucho grande style

You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix
A man when he's broke. you know you can't max if you don't pay
The tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. (4x)