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 fuckin 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 "Fuck you ya honor!"





Yeah Crakk!!





Fitted, fresh, jersey as well

Rocafella Nam'sayin on my black and white shells

In too deep, niggaz 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 nigga probably bought her here

got her drunk, talkin all the shit a whore wanna hear

I just, fuck 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 fuck you get all that??





Ring the alarm!

another hater's dying

oh boy, aye!



Ring the alarm!

when my gauge is firing

cock back, dump on

you and your moms





You cocksucker's got hate in ya blood

Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug

I rock, like MTV unplugged

let the M-1 rock one of you fucks

I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who tells

cuz the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out

pricks 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 cocked nine right in front of yo eyes

and make y'all fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)

Who the fuck can fuck 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 fuck out

I bring clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (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 niggaz 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, damn day I got some dick 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 niggaz willing to grind

on your block wit a package of sweet

(Starts singing)

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 balls

come from under there

Freeway, a boss don't you wanna stare?

Haters, get lost don't you understand?

shit spit, be real don't you see these guns?

fuck the, ice grill don't you see these dudes?

we from the ghetto, and they don't like our attitude

mami say I'm loco, she don't like my attitude (Holla!)