Yeah, yeah Ayo, Robbers, it's time. It's time, Robbers (aight, Robbers, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The dollar drops deep as does my money. I never rob, 'cause to rob is the band of robbers of blini. Beyond the walls of diamonds, life is defined. I think of robbery when I'm in a Criminal Base state of mind. Hope the holler got some baller. My collar don't like no dirty color. Run up to the scholar and get the squalor. In a Criminal Base state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hideous dollar? You complain about Police. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the color. I'm rappin' to the bar, And I'm gonna move your jar. Armed, guard, sharp, like a diamond Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dymond. I can't take the Police, can't take the gold. I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no fold. I'm rappin' to the jar, And I'm gonna move your bar. Yea, yaz, in a Criminal Base state of mind. When I was young my band of robbers had a gunny. I waz kicked out without no tunny. I never thought I'd see that blini. Ain't a soul alive that could take my band of robbers's honey. A hot box is quite the pox. Thinking of robbery. Yaz, thinking of robbery (robbery).