Lyrics Craig Mack - Lee Scott, Black Josh

Craig Mack

Coat life, living like Craig Mack
3G dead, then bribe Jesus for a mix track
Laid back in a Maybach (that's right)
When Bad Boy sign me Puff Daddy can say that
Download the number one pop song then find a loop
Then send me interns to dry clean me shiny suit
I want money, power, respect
And Biggie’s weight in platinum 'round me neck
Yes, cashin' checks
Laughin' at me ex
Lose a mind?
Have them guess
Show me the money, and the rest
Skinny Smalls off me tits, trippin' balls
Jobless, but predendin' its the office when your sister calls (ring, ring)
Like fax the memo
Unbox box a bag of lemo
Shout some clemo
Whats the M.O.
Well, make me money stretch like Dhalsim
Who the fuck’s this Benjamin and why’s it all about him?
Basic bad rap
You’re a (?)
Got the scope, Cult call me shot caller
I still rock a chain on Deebo’s block
I thought I told you that we won’t stop (2x)
Craig Mack (4x)
Spending dirty money
Doing a diddy bop
With a group of girls that (?) when their titties up
We gettin' pissy don’t piss me off
I make you see life after death like Biggie (Puff?)
I’m puttin' work in the sentences i’m servin'
Make you turn religious like shinin'
Leave Palestine burnin'
And due west like the sabbeth
Been in game for a year, and I can’t kick the habbit
More money more problems it’s aparent
We’re just boys in the hood that got talent
Black Josh the new Black Rock
Like roadie bitches sittin' I can’t keep my hands off
I’m attackin' nurse like i’m (?)
With new flavor for you to savor
Blast the underground’s major
I’m the new addition, but i’m old school like the pager
Me words hypnotizin' girls blow my flashy ways
I get told by the pussy i’m welcomed back like mase
Craig Mack (8x)