Crack Party
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โฑ๏ธ 2:41 duration
๐ ID: 29465975
๐ Lyrics
Cheese, peso, mad dinero
Tell 'em put the money in my hand like a sparrow
All cash, no cards, no tarot
I can see a fortune in my future like a pharaoh
That girl in American Apparel
Guess it ain't trickin' if you got her on the payroll
Especially if she let you smash like a tomato
Especially if she got an ass like J-Lo
Got a name from J-Ro, I ain't here to lay low
I was born to stay high, fitted like a halo
King J, Kato, kick the truth, ayo
Sippin' liquid, but I need another plate though
Ay, what's the ratio? Circlin' the radio
High rate the flow, still rakin' in the dough
You think you really know? I don't really think so
Why do everything look dope in slow-mo?
Setting down my 40, tell a story I'd like to
About this girl named blah-blah-blah back in my high school
I be laughin' ha-ha-ha when I would slide through
Rubbin' on her ta-ta-tas and her good thighs too
I am just a fly fool, real players in my crew
Servin' chickens all hours of the night like a drive-thru
Liable to fight you for spillin' out my brew
Failed a drug test for every job I applied to
It's delightful
Somebody tell the maestro to turn it up
I'm hella high with my eyes closed
Evil Knievel on a motorcycle, East Oakland is the time zone
Donut, sideshow, smoke the peace pipe tribal
And I know it's comin' back around like a spin in the vinyl
Eyes low, 'cause I'm high, bro
And you ridin' quite slow, 'cause you duckin' five-oh
Man, hell no, I don't fuck with po', I just fuckin' flow
Tryna find a cypher just so I can kick another flow
Brothers know, suckers don't, I'm just here to fuck with hoes
And I run into the motherfucker really bustin' flows
Nigga, it's on, bigger with brawn, signal left
Right hook the motherfucker who's stuck in my lane
Fuck nostalgia, nigga, I'm here now
In the here and now, which just passed, but hear me out
I used to see J-Ro at Street Knowledge Studios freestylin'
I don't think he knew I was on shroom-y posts
Today's age where fools be so sensitive about what you say
It just show me what a bitch they is, I rap for fun
Out on the street late at night when y'all sleep when the jackers hunt
Get back, watch URL 'til I pass out
Alone, fuck hoes, they be tryna cash out
I'm a scientist with this shit, don't laugh now
We gon' see who's still around by the last round
For those who believe that rules should be broken
You can't break 'em if your dumb ass don't know 'em
Damn
You stupid bitch
Huh
Tell 'em put the money in my hand like a sparrow
All cash, no cards, no tarot
I can see a fortune in my future like a pharaoh
That girl in American Apparel
Guess it ain't trickin' if you got her on the payroll
Especially if she let you smash like a tomato
Especially if she got an ass like J-Lo
Got a name from J-Ro, I ain't here to lay low
I was born to stay high, fitted like a halo
King J, Kato, kick the truth, ayo
Sippin' liquid, but I need another plate though
Ay, what's the ratio? Circlin' the radio
High rate the flow, still rakin' in the dough
You think you really know? I don't really think so
Why do everything look dope in slow-mo?
Setting down my 40, tell a story I'd like to
About this girl named blah-blah-blah back in my high school
I be laughin' ha-ha-ha when I would slide through
Rubbin' on her ta-ta-tas and her good thighs too
I am just a fly fool, real players in my crew
Servin' chickens all hours of the night like a drive-thru
Liable to fight you for spillin' out my brew
Failed a drug test for every job I applied to
It's delightful
Somebody tell the maestro to turn it up
I'm hella high with my eyes closed
Evil Knievel on a motorcycle, East Oakland is the time zone
Donut, sideshow, smoke the peace pipe tribal
And I know it's comin' back around like a spin in the vinyl
Eyes low, 'cause I'm high, bro
And you ridin' quite slow, 'cause you duckin' five-oh
Man, hell no, I don't fuck with po', I just fuckin' flow
Tryna find a cypher just so I can kick another flow
Brothers know, suckers don't, I'm just here to fuck with hoes
And I run into the motherfucker really bustin' flows
Nigga, it's on, bigger with brawn, signal left
Right hook the motherfucker who's stuck in my lane
Fuck nostalgia, nigga, I'm here now
In the here and now, which just passed, but hear me out
I used to see J-Ro at Street Knowledge Studios freestylin'
I don't think he knew I was on shroom-y posts
Today's age where fools be so sensitive about what you say
It just show me what a bitch they is, I rap for fun
Out on the street late at night when y'all sleep when the jackers hunt
Get back, watch URL 'til I pass out
Alone, fuck hoes, they be tryna cash out
I'm a scientist with this shit, don't laugh now
We gon' see who's still around by the last round
For those who believe that rules should be broken
You can't break 'em if your dumb ass don't know 'em
Damn
You stupid bitch
Huh