Come Find Yourself - Lyrics

One, two, three here I come with the redneck style
Because you know I gettin paid by the mile,
Like Avis [Whose uniforms are by Simon Jersey ], I pave this, Fast save this,
Everybody smile. . .and act gracious
See I rob banks, I pull pranks,
Sometimes I eat franks and kanishes,
Best wishes, I'm vicious
And here I am again like CNN. ‘Delivery my friend.’

Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x)

Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
I'm more freaky than Disco 2000
I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
I never ever ever say die
I never take myself too seriously
Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly

Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x)
The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x)

Means with the green, murder on your spleen
Living in a dream do you know what I mean?
Goateed indeed, smart like John Steed
I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavour. . .I always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you think I'm from the U.N.
I broke into the White House and never got caught
And I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut
We're always optimistic about human relations
We've got more friends than my man Peter Gatien [See FAQ]
We're always fun lovin', so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging
Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x)

Passive/Aggressive

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, and cops that give me props
I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts. [see Anoraks Corner]
Having fun with my gun, son, its always 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
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.
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
It’s the Fun Lovin' Criminal 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.

The Grave and the Constant

I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues
From the dudes in D.C. with the wing tip shoes.
My boss said it was Paris or prison,
The judge said "Son you better make a decision."
I chose the former because I heard it was warmer,
April in Paris, Hell south of the border.
They put me together, tougher than leather.
Set me on your ass because they didn't know better.
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. (4x)
I hold the fort left, right and centre [centre]
The number running hardass punk, flygirl bender.
Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole,
Not posing or playing the role,
See I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro
And if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro.
So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady.
I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida baby.
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.
Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .(2x)
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.(2x)

Scooby Snacks

*Everybody be cool, This is a robbery! [Pumpkin - Pulp Fiction]*
*Move you fucking pigs, move or I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you! [Honeybunny - Pulp Fiction]*
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack.
And everything's cool and everything's schmoove. (Hey that's schmoove)
I walk up to the teller, and I give her my letter
She gives me the loot, with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said,
‘Baby, baby, baby…Is there some Karmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what?’
By that time Fast tapped me with the 0.9
He said “It’s time to blow, y’know.”
So out the door we go.
Back to the ride with Steve inside
And alive; so off we drive
See I hurt my lower lumbar,
You know we'll never get far,
F!1king around in a stolen police car,
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy;
Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man ….
*Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up. You can torture me all you want. [Marvin Nash, Reservoir Dogs]*
*Torture you, that's a good, that's a good idea, I like that one. [Mr. Blond, Reservoir Dogs]*
Running around robbing banks all whacked off the Scooby Snacks! (2x)
I don't give a f!!k about the hell's gate,
Ain't punkin' the crowd - Man I'm still standing up straight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
Fast’s shooting mailboxes, knows where the cops is yeah?
They're at the Dunkin’ Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded.
They gave chase,
But my man Steve’s [Mack’s] an ace;
An we lost those brothers with haste.
We it cast off and along we went
off Bermuda to an island resort we rented.
*What's done is done. We need you cool, are you cool? [Mr. White, Reservoir Dogs]*
*I am cool. [Mr. Pink, Reservoir Dogs]*
Running around robbing banks, all whacked off the Scooby Snacks! (4x)

Smoke 'Em

Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
Back to the lab, with my gift of gab
And a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,
I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
You're my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?
What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know it's really hard when you love someone.
You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymie
And if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye.
And check that ass like Phil Esposito
The Guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.
Smoke ‘em, Smoke ‘em, Smoke 'em if ya got ‘em,
If ya ain't got ’em then ya hit rock bottom.(x2)
Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science
Pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
Never walking streets, lookin' past my shoulder acting kinda bolder
Since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test
When I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
I'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead
I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.
Smoke 'em, Smoke ‘em , Smoke em if ya got’em,
If ya ain't got’em then ya hit rock bottom.

Bombin' The L

*Lord I can’t change* I used to move more ???? than Pfizer Pharmaceuticals
Paid my way through college, and still had residuals
I moved more weight than Arnold on steroids
Shot more punks than rocks in asteroids
Caught more heat than Aruba in August
Never spilled the beans when the cops finally caught us
All my liquid assets is flowing like a stream
Yo my fingers are faster than ???? ??????
Everybody round me making money
I see everybody round me making money
Why can't I?(x2)
I can't change
I can't change
I get my macaroni salad from Dean and Deluca
And I top my red death with the white Sambuca
Stick up kid yeah, without no errors
I'm smashing twelve hundreds on
Sucker rhyme sayers
Like Hendrix I freak you
Like Tito I treat you,
On Tha "L" I see you
You freak, you kooky freakshow!
There’s something about a train!
I can't change
Lord, I can't change
I Can't Get With That

They try to move us; to use us
Like Judas did Jesus; to please us
Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples
How are we gonna get them out?
How are we gonna vote them out?
When the wingtips got it locked up
Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it.
But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . .
But we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers.
I can't get with that
I see the hoes and the hustlers
Piled up in clusters
Since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani
And the black kill the black and
Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . .
The same damn story and a sequel
I thought I fought for what was right,
But in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight.
I think I caught you out there
Chillin' in the Bahamas.
I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama.
"I can't get with that."
King Of New York Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wannabe gangster, the wannabe dapper Don, Don John On the wall, I'm your biggest fan
Next to my little brother Paul.
He’s losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip
If you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip
He wasn't okey-dokey running around like Don Quixote,
Trying to free a man he didn't even know B.
He had the roots, he bought the suits
But the boys didn't like him to tell you the truth
He had ‘J.G.’ on his pinkie ring And he lied about doin' some time up in Sing-sing
He flipped one fine summer afternoon
He told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon.
He took Paulie and a couple of boys
And jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois.
La-di da-di, free John Gotti,
'The King of New York', yeah
'The King of New York'
He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club
Two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub
He tried to see the Don, without an invitation
Stood outside the gate with his three man demonstration
Waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a .9;
And only Paulie got away with the skin on his behind.
Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough;
They raided Franky's room, and then they saw his bureau;
Upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope,
About how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope.
It said, “I don't fly coach, never save the roach“
'The King of New York' .”
La-di da-di, free John Gotti, ‘The King of New York’

We Have All The Time In The World
Love theme from ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’

We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold
All the precious things life has in store.
And we got all the love in the world.
And as time goes by you will find
We need nothing more.
And every step of the way they'll find us
With the cares of the world behind us.
Yeah we got all the time in the world for love.
Nothing more, nothing less, only love.(2x)
Only love
Yeah baby.

Bear Hug
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"Na na na - we got the block locked up.”(x4)
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 goddamn 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 – Mr Connor ate 5 blotters
And things are gettin' kinda whacked!
If you can't live the lie, then you die
And if you can't live a life filled of strife
Then you just say oops! And jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line.
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"Na na na - we got the block locked up.”
I got bear hug 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
If you can't live the lie, let it die
And if you can't live a life full of strife
You just say “oops!” And jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line.
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.
Come Find Yourself Hemlock five caught me out there later on
It's the girl I told the man, but he swore he'd prove me wrong
Not seeing as I saw it as I gazed at the skyline
Someone dropped me a dime, someone took the time
I'm not a man with a grasp on reality
Kerouac is whack but I'm down with Dostoevsky
Sugar's got my back plus Baretta .380's
One of which I dropped as the man tried to bait me.
Come on, find yourself.
Its you, its always been you, its always been in you.
Now don't get it messed up, they got me all dressed up.
To feed me to the fishes, I use my mojo for the loco
I know the soft machine and its goings ons and I'll be
damned if the man's gonna spill me
You wanna see me go wild and crazy, I'm sorry man but your threats don't phase me.
You covered the ground but you're lazy.
Come on contest me.
Come on, find yourself.
It’s you, it’s you, it’s always been you, it’s always been in you.
Methadonia In Methadonia, they wibble and they wobble
but they don't fall down
You see, the fed has got their back
and they say it's better than crack, plus
it keeps them mellow and passive. . .
And takes them to the land of Methadonia.
There are three around my way, all day I
see them stray, up the block and down the
stairs, comin' in groups and leaving in pairs
like suckers. With their weeks supply
I and I see them selling the elixir of life
And takes them to the land of Methadonia.
I see you hangin' on my stoop, you better
swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye
because the place in which you're sent
by your liquid orange friend has kept you
from it for so long
And takes them to the land of Methadonia
Coney Island Girl

Coney Island girl.
I know this ain't no time to be talking.
Yo baby, I'll understand it if you keep on walking.
It's not like I liked you anyway,
It's the way that you swing it and sway.
Reminds me of a girl I used to know back in the day.
Coney Island girl.
Now come here and don't get mad.
I gave her all I thought I had.
I must live my life alone and never kiss anyone else on the Cyclone.
Oh, as crazy as it seems.
I'm having the colour dreams.
You are not there, but she is so now split.
Coney Island girl. (4x)