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Gold around his neck
Eight ball rolling
Gold around his neck
Twent- twenty four seven
Gold around his neck
Eight ball rolling
Gold around his neck
Four ten K heavy
Clockin' lotsa dollars
Cruisin' in his Caddy
Clockin' lotsa dollars
Got no place to go
Clockin' lotsa dollars
Rollin' with your posse
Clockin' lotsa dollars
We all got gold
Listen up brothers there's a rhyme I can't repeat
I'm sportin' more gold than a rock and roll street
Mix is my name, Busted Rhymes is my game
Don't disrespect me 'cause I kill but I'll take your chain
Life is pretty tough, getting gold's kinda rough
Stealin' and you're dealin' but you just can't get enough
Now you're crying 'cause my rope is 20 millimeters fat
You're stealing gold and I'm buying Frederick Cadillac
Walking round San Fran rippin' up the set
Homeboys on the corner ask us where we rock next
I'm not in town to smoke dope
If you're broke you can't cope
We're back in San Francisco and we're looking for the gold
Saw the rocks man and we tailed his Benz
He drove Powell Street to where the trolley cars end
He zipped his soda pop, came to a complete stop
Looked over to the left there was a gold shop
Yo baby check out this big gold nugget ring
Walked into the shop and I had to stare
This freak was in the corner with the long blond hair
I knocked her out the way 'cause she was standin' in my vision
I saw this gold rope and Maharaji started fishin'
Walked up to the counter and we hit the bell
We all had money for the big gold sale
From back behind the counter came the big gold man
Last name kinda funny but his first name was Johari
He said put your money down, it means nothing to me
Got many rock men buying my jewelry
So that mean I got money and American lady
Got AMG keys want my 560 Mercedes
So I reached into my pocket and I pulled big bank
I woulda bought the store but my bank just sank
I know I got points 'cause my gold shines bright
Gonna sport it to the solar system Saturday night
Maharaji's up next for the big gold dig
Flipped dead presidents and cold got big
Smile on his face with a grand in his hand
Bought a Turkish gold rope with a Turkish man
Kid Sensation was the next at bat
Bought a big nugget watch face of a Cadillac
He saw this gold rope and said how much will that ja-gope is?
Told him $700 everybody said
Oh!
Security came over as the kid count bank
Gave him $1450 and his face stayed blank
I grabbed the sack of gold and Johari told us bye
We'd like to stay and kick it but we can't we gotta fly
Break
We left the gold shop kinda broke but happy
Promoter put us up in a '86 Caddy
Crossed the Golden Gate and headed for the Napa Valley
No litter in the car because we threw it in the alley
Everybody's chippin off the Mix-a-Lot crew
Posse fresh dip all Fila's are blue
Caddy pushing 80 like a big black rocket
We're looking for a posse with no money in their pocket
We made a right turn, there's the posse on the left
Before we get busy just remember we're deaf
Maharaji took the bank roll, Larry took the car
Kid Sensation had a plan thinking he could steal the car
Step aside kid I control this jam
You are my partner and here's my scam
I'll take the homeboys you take the skeezers
The boys got gold but they ain't got Fila's
Larry made a move with the black briefcase
$5000 Worth of Fila in your face
They ain't got money but they had a lot of dope
I said I don't want drugs just give me your rope
You sell a suitcase of Fila's boy it ain't no thing
Just give me that gold that includes all rings
Maharaji snatched the gold out the homegirl's nose
Man we woulda took her bra if that sucker was good
Gold around his neck
Eight ball rolling
Gold around his neck
Twent- twenty four seven
Gold around his neck
Eight ball rolling
Gold around his neck
Four ten K heavy
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