Lyrics:
Bonita
Show up to the lord's house with a throwaway
All ten toes out I lay a nigga down
I be ass naked with a trigga on my finger
Crack head crazy I be
When I was young, I used to wait upon a boss I'd hand him a plate
Give him a bottle when he got dry and brush away any blue tail fly
Jimmy Crack
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You've got love, drugs, alcohol
And people dying all alone
Molly, shrooms, crack, and speed
Don't forget some of that lean
You've got love, drugs,
Fatta la provincia devi farti di crack
Fatta la provincia devi farti di crack
Fatta la provincia devi farti di crack
Fatta la provincia devi farti di
[Hook: LEINCAL]Chillin' in the fuckhouse, drug house, crack house,Here be my nigga Adam working as a crack mouse,Them bitches and them fucking hoes
I see my faint reflection
I see it all the time
I feel we've lost connection
You think I've lost my mind
I'm falling through the cracks
I'm
New place and new time zone
Distant women wicked men (c'mon)
Watch me crack the case of jet lag
Loneliness again
If you bring your beats
I will
Stone
When I go and hit that Zone
I said let's go
My feet a Blaze
When I beat the streets and stage
I'm back in it
Crack limits
Beat you down
Better act
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay
My will is good
Hey, hey, hey
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I
Got into a cab, Broadway, Fifty Ninth
Took off like a blast
Almost lost my mind - oh, oh, oh
Cabbies on crack
It first felt like at thrill
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Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
Got my bomb in my hand, Taliban, yeah
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Cut my crack with my nail, weigh the bale without
crack, ma musique
Ma clope, mon shit
Ma dose, ma weed
Ma coke, mon speed
Mon crack, ma musique
Ouais c'est ma clope, mon shit
Ma dose, ma weed
Ma
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay
My will is good
Hey, hey, hey
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay
My will is good
Hey, hey, hey
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I
Unruly boys
Who will not grow up
Must be taken in hand
Unruly girls
Who will not settle down
They must be taken in hand
A crack on the head
Is what
Unruly boys
Who will not grow up
Must be taken in hand
Unruly girls
Who will not settle down
They must be taken in hand
A crack on the head
Is what
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
you ever turn on me, gotta
Shoot you in your back, back, back
I'm a chef, I don't cook food
I can cook crack, crack, crack
Fuck the ref, ain't no rules
They say it's like drugs in your nose, instead it goes inside your ears
You hear me Guito? When I write rhymes I cook crack
However you want to get
But I don't care
I'm so horny but that's okay
My will is good
Hey, hey, hey
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I
God’s green crack
God’s green crack
God’s green crack
Im smoking God’s green crack
Rolling with my niggas yeah we good in every hood
TM on my hat I
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