Lyrics:
bangin, has just bailed in
Who that? Where that? With 'em, sit 'em
Send 'em and tell 'em I'll be right with 'em (with 'em)
Crackin 'em, smackin 'em,
the bitch to fuck up, never go backwards
Tell her get her money up if she know actors
Twenty girls on the boat, it's for sure crackin'
Like the movies in
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
to me
See I don't really give a fuck
And I'ma catch a vibe until a feel alright
Back at it night time the lights off so I can get it crackin'
Every
you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors
Now the artificial become
No I'm not callin' you, what's your sign
I know your name, it must be under cover
Thinkin' to myself if I was a freaky deak
What's crackin' homie?
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
"You Know I'm a Hoe"
(feat. Ice Cube)
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So
First, you get yo swagga right
Then go stand right by that light
Let that light hit off that ice
Lookin' like you landin' flights
That shit there like
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
a Eastside
Party - Eastside!
You know it's crackin' like that -
Why you actin' like that?!
Hand me your glass - let me pour
You some yak - that's landy!
Now if
to get it crackin'
Yeah, don't mix gang bangin'
With this rap shit my niggas bananas
Red bandanas when they clap shit
Red rags around they face in traffic
It was a Sunday night around 8:30 pm
I was rollin' by myself in the Benz leavin to a park
Bangin' some of the homie fattone's classic shit
So I'm
All I know is designer shit
Long money, blue hunnids
Yeah, you know
Lil Uzi, yeah you know (What's crackin')
Huh, you know we got all the money
All I know is designer shit
Long money, blue hunnids
Yeah, you know
Lil Uzi, yeah you know (what's crackin')
Huh, you know we got all the money
I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
become an opp, you got chased too
Crackin' on the BOAs in the chaste too
And you tell me Chino's murder ain't make the news
If the devil kill me then
so damn long that
This rap shit is stale make it happen
In these streets kids is clappin
Fuck this rappin
Seein cheese hustlin crackin
This formal
to get high
I swear the world got me stressed
Nigga, I'm the best
I'm just smokin' just to get by
I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat
Head on my
I can't put out your fire, I know it's too late
I can't be up for hire, it's not my best trait
The gallow glass is crackin', it's startin' to smash
level today
Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable
Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable
Get into the crib, things are hype
Fix em a couple
the end they'll be much greater
..
Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable
Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable
Get into the crib,
they'll be much greater
..
Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable
Crackin jokes, as if I was Cliff Huxtable
Get into the crib, things are hype
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