Gotcha lyrics

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Gotcha (crooks!!)

Must be out your god damn mind (non stop action!!)

Thinking you gonna stop us (you cant stop the crooks!!)

Cause we got the crooks (crooks!!) here (here!!) all (all!!) year (year!!)

Gotcha!!



[Suede]

Yo cracking out the sky rainbow six mobile bubble gum

Hitting Harlem handles as it drizzles in my chocolate bum

Smoking Sacramento with my doja blowing out the leaves

Kansas City special on the side crooked autos???



[Cheeba]

Yo hand specialties retro revolvers

Toros raging bull raging hornet

Sweet scarlet tough guy squeal when he`s cornered

Hasn`t any arms any armor



[Suede]

A mercury window might give you whiplash

Mademoiselle a carousel practicing witchcraft

Electric acid or Kodak matches a hazard

Sasperrella jazz magic meander panda upon a savage

Amazing prototype Dolomite satellite my might

In flight might ship shift on your two vivid nights

Left some stretched arm along pawn sexed on

Hopscotch moon rocks lavender pony capricorn



[Cheeba]

Grand Theft Auto supremacy broads out the car Lo

Unload exhaust out the Quattro

Just in case the pigs come in range and the cotch blow

A little painless stainless steel



Gotcha!! (We need crooks on deck!!)

Must be out your god damn mind (tell me what bank is next!!)

Thinking you gonna stop us (here we go!!)

Cause we got the crooks (crooks!!) here (here!!) all (all!!) year (year!!)

Gotcha!!



[Cheeba]

Whole lot of things lots of banks got

Crooks gotta flame power train Mazdas

We`re here man, just a matter of ticks before we conquer



[Suede]

Winners take all

Wild horses mud slides slim snow creatures in the fall through my magic doors

Star dust seven, me and Cheeba handing and no minor oceans eleven

Waving the falcon raven



[Cheeba]

Only one higher law code

Remington fire bar low

Amazing grace when we tazing vault

Talk about hault must be crazy

Minute men in and out hit again quote

Langston Hughes when we casing

Racing from Euro to Peking close

To catching us, but no cigar



[Suede]

Just an avalanche eagle flying through the desert

Hitting on two caravans then we shallow grants

So you reaching but you had no chance

Stilly the part of the Harley Marley breathing at the twilighters

High life Vega still steaming



Gotcha!! (we need crooks on deck!!)

Must be out your god damn mind (tell me what bank is next!!)

Thinking you gonna stop us (here we go!!)

Cause we got the crooks (crooks!!) here (here!!) all (all!!) year (year!!)

Gotcha!!