(feat. Lil Wayne)
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[Intro]
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I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars!
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I'm eatin', I'm eatin'
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I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars!
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[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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Oh no, Oh Joe, he's did it he's back
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In the back of that black Maybach trippin'
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Now blow that motherfucking kush up in the sky
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La la la la la la la
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Bumpin' that Kanye, you can't tell me nothing, riiight?
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La la la la la la la la la la
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Hand on the shotgun, and I'm ridin' shotgun
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Uzis, banana clips, what what, I got some
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Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
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Yellow mustard Phantom car it Grey Poupon
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I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long
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We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
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C'mon c'mon there's too many ringtones
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2.8 whatcha want me to tell ya?
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Make it rain, Mary Anna go and grab an umbrella
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Ella, ella, ella, HOLY SHIT!
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So much coke a nigga have to shovel it
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So much coke a nigga change his government
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Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
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Crack, crack, crack, crack!
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
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I mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
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This is a problem, this is not music
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I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
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Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
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Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
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Bring em to the crackhouse, show em the crackhouse
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Take em to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse
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[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
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You gotta touch your toes or I'm out
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Fuck a club I got a strip pole in my house (yeah!)
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6 million ways to make it rain, hold up
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Conflicts in my chain from Mangola
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Convicts in my plane when we roll up
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And they hustle yay NOT VITAMIN WATER
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Fat cuz I'm so rich, rich cuz I'm so hood
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Uzi your whole whip, nigga I'm that hood
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You flow cold but Joe flow sicker
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Even Reverend Al be like, "Joe's that nigga!"
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John Gotti, Supreme Team show
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These are the niggas you compare to Joe, HELLO!
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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This is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
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I mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
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This is a problem, this is not music
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I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
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Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
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Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
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Bring em to the crackhouse, it's the crackhouse
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Walk em to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse
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[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
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Get em, Joey just get em
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Get em, get on them
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And if they piss you off you shit on them
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And if they piss you off you shit on them
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[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
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Hey Weez just stop right thurr
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Shit I don't let em go, get the whole block clear
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These niggas actors, they are not there
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And there time's tickin' like an Altomare
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First nigga pop up and we gave him the piece
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Next nigga pop up leave him under the sheets
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C'mon papa, you talkin to ME
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Ain't nobody else runnin' these streets COCKSUCKER!
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse
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Man I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
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This is the problem, this is not music
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I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it
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Joey don't do it, Joey done did it
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Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it
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Take em to the crackhouse
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They don't want the crackhouse, they don't want the crackhouse
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Kick em out the crackhouse
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The Crackhouse
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| Fat Joe |
