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Sparks]
I snap on this one daddy!!

Crakk]
Oh! Now for me mami...
clap for me mami...

I a little bit
I know the dirty words...

[Peedi
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
the toolie, everything calm and cooly
Got all these tryin to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm all down her goochie (woman moans)
changed since smoke in the crime
Holdin my in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, as well
Rocafella denim on my black and white shells
In too deep, niggaz got beef
Still you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my best wit a fresh tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow gone skeet you
So sweet, that I don't no sleep
miss no meals, how I eat without no deal
Drink liquor like a tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!
liquor gettin' brain in my waterbed
feelin' like a scholor all to daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, told her all the shit a wanna hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her know it's nuthin, em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is a part of the game
Far as the change, bustin' my checks
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another hater's
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my gauge is
cock back, on
you and your

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got in ya blood
Y'all ain't happy sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a fuck about who a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a who out
pricks still measly, still talkin greasy
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the nine right in front of yo eyes
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, and Omillio?
You young boys up, while the trucks back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the out
I bring clappers, get yo boys up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

Freeway bust shots, it matter who
can't even hug the if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru that's what my do
turns inside yo chick that's what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, spanish
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, day I got some dick for her
No, way I got no chips for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the
guest ran thru sleep, got young willing to grind
on your block wit a package of
(Starts singing)
'cause not stuck up
See me anywhere, won't get up
keep the heavy-hand, take that off
toss them underwear, who those? my
come under there
Freeway, a don't you wanna stare?
Haters, get lost don't you
shit spit, be don't you see these guns?
fuck the, ice grill you see these dudes?
we from the ghetto, and they like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't my attitude (Holla!)

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