*featuring Omillio Sparks, Peedi Crakk
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[Freeway]
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za-za za-za-za za-za
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[Omillio Sparks]
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I gotta snap on this one daddy!!
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[Peedi Crakk]
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Oh! Now clap for me mami...
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Just clap for me mami...
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[Freeway]
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I know a little bit
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I only know the dirty words...
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[Peedi Crakk]
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Holla at yo fuckin dog!
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No benz, No ice, just me in the hooptie
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holdin the toolie, everything calm and cooly
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Got all these chicks tryin to screw me
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Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her coochie (woman moans)
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Alot changed since smoke in the crime
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Holdin my mama in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"
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[Freeway]
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Yeah Crakk!!
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[Peedi Crakk]
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Fitted, fresh, jersey as well
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Rocafella Nam'sayin on my black and white shells
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In too deep, niggaz still got beef
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Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
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Still, wearin my best wit a fresh white tee
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four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips gone skeet you
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So sweet, that I don't lose no sleep
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miss no meals, this guy eats without no deal
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Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
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high like a pilot shirt, foot like a seller, whoa!!
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Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my waterbed
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feelin' like a skylark next to your daughter head
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Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her here
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got her drunk, talkin all the shit a whore wanna hear
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I just, fuck em', buck em' wit the lights on
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let her know it's nuthin, crush em' wit my night saw
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Bout to get my flight on, charter or train
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Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the game
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Far as the change, just bustin' my checks
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Duckin my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
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Now how the fuck you get all that??
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[Chrous repeat 2x]
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Ring the alarm!
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another hater's dying
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oh boy, aye!
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Ring the alarm!
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when my gauge is firing
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cock back, dump on
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you and your moms
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[Omillio Sparks]
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You cocksucker's got hate in ya blood
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Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
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I rock, like MTV unplugged
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let the M-1 rock one of you fucks
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I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who tells
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cuz the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out
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pricks still talkin measly, still talkin greasy
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the "ROC" is rocked up and sold out
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Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout
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my guns go "Blakow!"
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Don't make me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes
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and make y'all fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
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Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and Omillio?
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You young boys back up, while the trucks back out
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when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the fuck out
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I bring clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Freeway]
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Freeway bust shots, it don't matter who
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can't even hug the block if i'm mad at you
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takin turns comin thru that's what my niggaz do
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takin' turns inside yo chick that's what my click will do
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dark room, Cancun, spanish interview
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wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to meet you
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All, damn day I got some dick for her
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No, way I never got no chips for her
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any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the week
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Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week
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guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
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on your block wit a package of sweet
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(Starts singing)
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Cuz Free not stuck up
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See me anywhere, won't get stuck up
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keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off
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toss them underwear, who those? my balls
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come from under there
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Freeway, a boss don't you wanna stare?
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Haters, get lost don't you understand?
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shit spit, be real don't you see these guns?
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fuck the, ice grill don't you see these dudes?
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we from the ghetto, and they don't like our attitude
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mami say I'm loco, she don't like my attitude (Holla!)
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[Chorus 2x]
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Ring The Alarm
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| Freeway |
