Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Temporary Relief , by - Peedi CrakkRelease date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Temporary Relief |
| Yea, uhhh |
| SP, Peedi muthafuckin Crack |
| CPR |
| Every time I’m in the buildin', they feelin' me all crazy |
| Just made a million and spent it with yo lady |
| Re-coupin, chilled then V couped it |
| White Nikes duke swoosh shit that’s how I do shit |
| Listen to my new shit |
| It’s way betta than that dirt that yall producing nigga |
| Been hood rich been doin good, shit for a minute |
| Naw I ain’t finished I need that GT Bent, I can see me all in it (all in it) |
| Couple TV’s breezin' light tinted |
| SP representa |
| Logo husky on the fender nigga |
| Ya I’m back like I live in this bitch |
| I bought a gat, a couple ounces of lick |
| It’s P. Crack, ain’t nuttin' changed |
| I’ll burn a pound in this bitch |
| And for my change, I’ll bust a round in this bitch |
| SP prince of prop, put my crown on my shit |
| My hand in a brick |
| I’m runnin' wit the ROC and my handle is sick |
| Biatch |
| Nigga, nigga. |
| Cuz every time I’m on my grind it’s like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) |
| Ok, ok and they run up and bust (up and bust. up and bust) |
| Cuz every time on my grind It’s like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) |
| Nigga. nigga |
| Crakk in the kitchen, position with hot agua |
| Caliente yay bubble like hot lava |
| Coke problem ho. and my revolver knows. |
| About the size of ok coral ohhhh. |
| Factious bastard mashed with the mattic |
| Half black, half Hispanic, you all faggot |
| Blast gat, trash that, metal with the side and back at it |
| Jackrabbit style no condom, no one behind him |
| Gangstas designed him |
| Shined him, refined him, thanks for the fine wine, nigga |
| Peedi Crakk holla back no problem |
| Them thousand stacks, have it back in an hour |
| Hit the block with powder, like shower to shower |
| Stop all that nonsense boy |
| I got you sniffin' on that Johnson & Johnson crack. holla. nigga |
| They say its a white man’s world (white man’s world) |
| I’m steady shootin' at my own kind rather fuck the next man’s girl |
| Instead of going home to mine with a polluted mind |
| I guess going nuts others saw how they get down |
| Picked up on the game and left behind follow the sign |
| I kept my head to the sky even when I was down like everything was fine |
| Kept a smile (smile nigga) |
| Like the first day I was introduced to dinin' |
| And got to sipping and thinking all sorts of shit start going through my mind |
| Like State Prop. get it on until the end of time |
| The strength is in the numbers then I started thinking bout all them little |
| bustas |
| That done crossed the motherfucka got to peeking at my burner |
| Snatch my keys off the dresser ran through the door and I hopped up in the |
| squada |
| Started creeping through the heat of the night on these jokers |
| Don’t I paint the perfect picture that’s how the boy get down for the figures |
| Holla back nigga |