Crime

[Quasimoto and madlib]
Quasimoto crew, uh-oh
Man, shit

[Quasimoto and madlib]
Mr. Buddah had a new scheme
Had a clock cheese to cheap the American dream
(Make me some kind of sign so I know it's you)
Popped the masks, then we clock where the stash is at
Supreme lakim is where the cash is at, man
He got prostitutes and cocaine dreams
Run about sixteen scenes, you know what I mean, yup
(That's the one)
We gon' go out like soldiers
And drop every boulders while you're grabbin' the boulders (all hundreds)
Big bills, in a bag over your shoulder (fuck it)

[Madlib]
Man, why me? Shit
Why can't I drive the car or somethin'?
(Oh well, tough luck, nigga)
Crime
Dreams, money
Quas', that's money not in your brain, so um
(Make me some kind of sign so I know it's you)
(You get 'em? Shit)
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