(feat. omillio sparks, peedi crakk)
za-za za-za-za za-za
i gotta snap on this one daddy!!
oh! now clap for me mami…
just clap for me mami…
i know a little bit
i only know the dirty words…
holla at yo f*ckin dog!
no benz, no ice, just me in the hooptie
holdin the toolie, everything calm and cooly
got all these chicks tryin to screw me
gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her coochie (woman moans)
alot changed since smoke in the crime
holdin my mama in the court sayin “f*ck you ya honor!”
fitted, fresh, jersey as well
rocafella nam’sayin on my black and white sh*lls
in too deep, n*gg*z still got beef
still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
still, wearin my best wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips gone skeet you
so sweet, that i don’t lose no sleep
miss no meals, this guy eats without no deal
drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
high like a pilot shirt, foot like a seller, whoa!!
drinkin liquor gettin’ brain in my waterbed
feelin’ like a skylark next to your daughter head
oh i forgot, bigga n*gg* probably bought her here
got her drunk, talkin all the sh*t a wh*r* wanna hear
i just, f*ck em’, buck em’ wit the lights on
let her know it’s nuthin, crush em’ wit my night saw
bout to get my flight on, charter or train
pardon the name, but crakk is just a part of the game
far as the change, just bustin’ my checks
duckin my ex, gettin’ shermed up in the lex
now how the f*ck you get all that??
[chrous repeat 2x]
ring the alarm!
another hater’s dying
oh boy, aye!
ring the alarm!
when my gauge is firing
c*ck back, dump on
you and your moms
you c*cksucker’s got hate in ya blood
y’all ain’t happy that sparks got the c*cked desi-eagle in yo mug
i rock, like mtv unplugged
let the m-1 rock one of you f*cks
i gives a f*ck about who catches a slug or who tells
cuz the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a f*ck who out
pr*cks still talkin measly, still talkin greasy
the “roc” is rocked up and sold out
y’all can’t sell, and y’all won’t be seen like an nfl blackout
my guns go “blakow!”
don’t make me put the c*cked nine right in front of yo eyes
and make y’all f*cks c*ck-eyed…(woman speaking spanish)
who the f*ck can f*ck wit b. sieg, free and omillio?
you young boys back up, while the trucks back out
when the “roc” enters the building your best bet is get the f*ck out
i bring clappers, get yo boys clapped up, f*cker! (r-o-c..) holla!
freeway bust shots, it don’t matter who
can’t even hug the block if i’m mad at you
takin turns comin thru that’s what my n*gg*z do
takin’ turns inside yo chick that’s what my click will do
dark room, cancun, spanish interview
wit mamacita, freeway, charmed to meet you
all, d*mn day i got some d*ck for her
no, way i never got no chips for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the week
freak nia long lookin honey just about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got young n*gg*z willing to grind
on your block wit a package of sweet
cuz free not stuck up
see me anywhere, won’t get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off
toss them underwear, who those? my b*lls
come from under there
freeway, a boss don’t you wanna stare?
haters, get lost don’t you understand?
sh*t spit, be real don’t you see these guns?
f*ck the, ice grill don’t you see these dudes?
we from the ghetto, and they don’t like our att*tude
mami say i’m loco, she don’t like my att*tude (holla!)