beautiful back Kiss, kiss every crack Kiss, kiss every crack Sit around the fame Crack, crack, crack [Incomprehensible] Slowly I became Crack, crack Crack, crack Slowly I became crack
Preklad: Bodnutie. Crack.
ends Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum But I wass jammed up at the crack house, all
, actin' like SP ain't here How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear? Clear? Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack
unsigned artists We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers I won't leave till the job is done Till the last prick
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home" I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone The crackers
runnin'! -Fearless- Arr you ain't heavy like a ton full of bricks, N-Dubz got a bag full of hits. You an your boys a bag full of pricks.. If we come
chicks ok now were gunna make chips I've had enough of these little fake pricks yeah and were lunatics so bring your boys and we'll slew the pricks
cellar, all I had for lunch Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch Red wine for breakfast and for brunch And to soak it up and in between snack crackers
Intro: *Tuning Tv* *Eminem Snortin Crack Tv Presenter: Hello boys and girls Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships Do you have
Bright moments Bright moments always come back vivid The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure The pre-crack era Mr Schollmen, what a prick Attitude
sticky haze Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops Make the club seem hotter than a crack
don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad Boys, why y'all niggaz cracked out
doing their time is better than tellin' Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift And all the hustlers on ninety-five for the graveyard prick
sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks
take ur bitch ass and drop it like it hot Ur style is messed up and ur flow is wack The way u be rappin, u must be on crack Goin against me dawg Ur ass
They call me Devil Boy but I don't like that Those who recite that, that's where the fights at 'Cause I'mma tight cat who hella write rap Even a slight crack
like SP ain't here How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear? Clear? Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack
