Go write his name   Eight ball run   Go write his name   Twenty-Four seven      Go write his name   Eight ball run   Go write his name   For T.K. heading      Crackin like a dollar   He's cruisin in his caddy   Crackin like a dollar   Got no place to go   Crackin like a dollar   Rollin' with you posse   Crackin like a dollar   We all get sold      Listen up brother's   Its a rhyme I can't repeat   I am sportin' more gold   Than a Rock'n'Roll freak   Mix is my name   Bustin rhymes is my game   I suspect you're gonna keel   When I take your'cheek      Find it pretty tough   It goes kinda rough   Stealin' and your dealin   But ya just can't get enough   Now you're cryin cos my broach is twenty millimetres fat   You're stealin gold elves down in break the Cadillac!      Walking round San Fran, rippin'up the set   Home boys on the corner ask us where we rock next   I'm not in town to smoke jo   If you broke your cash flow   We're backing seperate systems   And we're looking for the gold      Saw the rock man and we tail his bend   He drove past window where the Charlie cost in   He said the soda pop   Came to a complete stop   McDonalds on the left it was a go shop      'Yo baby check out this big gold ring!'      We walk into the shop and I had to stare   There's three girls in corner with their long blonde hair   I knock her out the window she was standin'in my vision   I saw this girl rub in my horizon she started fishin'   Walk up to the counter and we hit the bell   We all had money for the big gold sell   From back behind the counter came the big cold mon   Last name kinda funny but his first name was Johann   He said 'Put your money, ha nothin' to me'   Got nearly like buyin' my jewellry   Does that mean I got twenty and the medical list   My DMZ keeps all my plastics in my set      So I reached into my pocket and I pulled it back   I woulda bought the store but my bank just sank   I know I got points cos my gold shines bright   Gonna sport it to the solar system Saturday night      Maharaji's up next for the big gold dig   Flipped their person as the coal got heat   Smile on his face with grand in his hand   Brotha took his gold roll with a .38 spam   Kid sensation was the next at back   Brought a big nugget rock faced up a cadillac      Saw this gold up I said 'How much would that take up'   I told him seven hundred dollars and everybody said 'ooohh!!'      Security came over as the kid counts back   Gave him fourteen fifty then his face stayed blank   I grabbed the sack of gold and jihani said goodbye   We'd like to stay a kickin but we can't we gotta fly      Afford it!      Left the gold shop kinda happy   Promoter put us up in an 86 gold Caddy   Cross the Golden Gate and headed for the Napa valley   Melita in the car cos we through it in the alley      Everybody trippin' off a Mix-a-lot crew   Posse's fresh tips all feelings all flew   Caddy pushin 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 a posse on the left   Before we get buried just remember we're def   Maharaji took the bank roll, Eric took the car kits   Sensation had a plan thinking he's a superstar   Step aside Kid I control this jam   You are my partner and heres my scam      I'll take the homeboys you'll take the skinner   The boys got gold but they ain't got feeler   Larry made a move with the black briefcase   5000 dollars worth of feeler in yer face   They ain't got money but they had a lot of dope   I said 'I don't want drugs just gimme your rope!'   I sell a suitcase of feelers boys it ain't no thing   Just gimme that gold back that includes all rings   Maharaji master gold I'm the homegirls knows   'Man we woulda took a broad the sucker was closed'      Go write his name   Eight ball run   Go write his name   Twenty-Four seven      Go write his name   Eight ball run   Go write his name   For T.K. heading