The Beatnuts - Think Not lyrics

[Intro] From the East to the South to the West to the North Come on Al' Tariq, go off and go off! A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all [Verse 1: Al' Tariq] I dusted off the .44 chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone To roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A See no matter where you at, motherf**ing crime pay But not my way, put them days of slinging behind me Now I rock spots where only rap fiends can find me And that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper So I can keep a eye on my mida mida Now, loaded up my sh** in this van to tour America I'm out to get this cheese and to see every area Of every city, every corner and back street Thought sh** would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET Wrong impression, from the beginning, we get to sinning All up and down the East coast yo, we banging women The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady trucking Got chickens s**ing, raw dog we steady f**ing But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas Deep in the woods, n***as licking off behind us Glad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackled Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple [Hook] All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots (Think not!) Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing The sh** is all the same and that's the point of this discussion (Repeat x2) [Verse 2: Al' Tariq] Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana A thick a** and sh**, but she sleep with Peaseyanna B.E. and Anna, and every other ho, what is it So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard We on our way now, OK now we headed To good ol' Tex' and all gun sh** get deaded Cause down here, n***as don't fear a good ol' shoot-em-up They love to suit 'em up, so don't try to .32 'em up Even my big .44 don't scare no more I hear gunshots, son son hit the floor I get my dough, I'm out, did my show, I scout For some ho-a**, I need some more a** on my route No doubt, avoiding hexes, floating through Texas Stackin them checkses, gets me a beaming Lexus Now next is the state of Cali-forn-I-A My word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-A But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted That I'd be trooping through with crew so don't get started Or get smarted, by the certified black sheep Al' Tariq, now let's troop West to East, cause [Hook] [Verse 3: Al' Tariq] Now peep the way we slid in to Colorado Where my bravado, had 'em screaming cause I'm that macho That top honcho, banging bodies like I'm Camacho Hitting notes like Pavarotti, caught this hottie, bang that body Saw the shottie on this gang n***a, and he was focused Then I spot his crew swarming through like they was locusts ? know this ain't his spot, so I bag up the shorts Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports I got this jigga for some slicing but no blasting material Just wish I had that chrome .44 without the serial Number, so I can give him slumber Vaporize these n***as holding triggers yo I coulda put him under But no time to wonder, it's getting tight up in this piece Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East Now is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freeze With all these motherf**ing trees and the snow up to your knees So what's your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City She said, "Yeah I don't care, but 'Riq would you lick my Kitty-kat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the van But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man Now here we go go, to At-lan-ta Through with La-na, puffing lye, gettin high Alright? Chi-Town, we hit ground, we headed South To the side, four corner hustlers is in the house Woo woo woo woo, we kicking script, about our journey Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney Plus she didn't burn me, I guess I'm lucky this time But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined [Hook]