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Cri-Cri · Cri-One



here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man.
I'm tired of this shit
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris? Let's talk about it
But when you talk about cash, talk without it

Now, as the game
down, Drag's probably not around
So I'm not one to claim by either one of you dames
If y'all catch Drag with a mane, trust me
She got my last name
call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man f*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm
fuente, mi said, mi barco, mi red why la arena. Donde te sentí donde te escribí mi poema.

by Konde Cris
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris? Let's talk about it
But when you talk about cash, talk without it

Now, as the game
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best

Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
like this
Neva had a pool party like this
Neva sipped on cris much as this
Neva been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all this
fuente, mi said, mi barco, mi red why la arena. Donde te sentí donde te escribí mi poema.

by Konde Cris
fuente, mi said, mi barco, mi red why la arena. Donde te sentí donde te escribí mi poema.

by Konde Cris
yeah I got that
That's why I copped that cris by the six packs
Got the feds lines ringin' let a telephone
Snitches want me locked up like Akon
Throw the hands up (Boasters)
Throw the hands up (MAC)

You know how Mac come through on the club tip
E'rybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass
bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks
I care less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, why'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that

Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down 
I supply it now, by the pound 
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound 
If you didn't try it then, why
with the kit
I said, "Kitten, how ya doin miss?"
I said, "Hello my name is Parrish"

"Hi, my name is Cris"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes"

"What will
'dro and henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got qp's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'cris, I'm
him fi stand by 
Mi comin' fast pon a one-way flight 
all yu a kick up an ah gwaan llike yu hype 
mi dun have missa right 
Mi sey, mi dun get di
(Ludacris) Verse 1

I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lève le doigt en l'air
One for the haters I'm holding my Ace of Spades up
Sippin' on this Cris life's a bitch ain't it
All
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel