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[Omillio
I gotta snap on one daddy!!

[Peedi
Oh! Now for me mami...
Just for me mami...

I a little bit
I only know the words...

[Peedi
at yo fuckin dog!
No benz, No ice, just me in the
holdin the toolie, calm and cooly
Got all chicks tryin to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm all down her goochie (woman moans)
Alot changed smoke in the crime
Holdin my mama in the sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, as well
denim stains on my black and white shells
In too deep, niggaz still got
smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my best wit a fresh tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips gone you
So sweet, that I don't lose no
miss no meals, look how I eat without no
Drink liquor a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my
feelin' a scholor all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, told her all the a whore wanna hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her know nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
to get my flight on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the
Far as the change, bustin' my checks
Duckin my ex, shermed up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another dying
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my is firing
cock back, on
you and your

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got in ya blood
Y'all happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a about who catches a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for bail and if they get out a fuck who out
still talkin measly, still talkin greasy
the "ROC" is rocked up and out
Y'all sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the cocked nine right in of yo eyes
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and
You young boys back up, while the trucks out
when the "ROC" enters the building best bet is get the fuck out
I bring clappers, get yo clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

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Freeway bust shots, it don't who
can't even hug the if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru that's my niggaz do
takin' inside yo chick that's what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, damn day I got dick for her
No, way I got no chips for her
any day of the week, long-gun every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the
guest ran thru sleep, got niggaz willing to grind
on your wit a package of sweet
(Starts singing)
'cause not stuck up
See me anywhere, won't get up
keep the heavy-hand, miss that off
toss them underwear, who my balls
from under there
Freeway, a don't you wanna stare?
Haters, get lost don't you
shit spit, be real don't you see guns?
fuck the, ice grill don't you see dudes?
we from the ghetto, and they don't our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't my attitude (Holla!)

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