Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back 2 Crack , by - Psychopathic Rydas. Release date: 03.01.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back 2 Crack |
| I, I tried momma |
| I tried |
| You lookin at me check yourself lil’bitch |
| Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit |
| Think about what you used to have |
| And what you don’t have now |
| Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth |
| Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps |
| Drive through the car wash now see you work and wash my shit punk |
| You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble |
| Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles |
| I don’t give a fuck it’s like a horse with a broken leg |
| An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit |
| What’s next? |
| Next time I see ya I pull out my heater |
| And meltin your brain with hot lead you muthafucka |
| I can’t take it no more |
| I gave it everything I had |
| Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad |
| Face mad cause I’m hungry and I’m broke as fuck |
| I see your man on the corner and you know he’s stuck |
| He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time |
| I give a fuck if he blind |
| All his money mine |
| On the dime I whip the gat out |
| Handles slippery cause I’m sweaty |
| He tried to move so I’ma pull this lead out |
| Check his pockets loose change and a note |
| Sayin I used to be a rapper I’ma joke |
| Hooked on dope and I don’t wanna live, damn |
| Please somebody kill me and end this life big |
| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried |
| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride |
| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star |
| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far |
| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried |
| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride |
| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star |
| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far |
| Hand me that muthafuckin crack pipe |
| I wanna smoke me a pebble |
| I’m through tryin to be a rebel |
| I used to follow them hip-hop tours |
| Handin my demos out at backstage doors |
| I’m through trying to be the next Dr. Dre |
| I’d rather just smoke this rock away |
| Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere |
| Shit… |
| I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out |
| Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route |
| Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key |
| But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity |
| Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps |
| Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps |
| Gotta have the fuckin heater cause my hands are stingin |
| Coming back in 2's and 3's tryin to peel your cap |
| Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight |
| But you think them heads are stupid |
| Cause it’s dark at night |
| Plus you gotta get yours |
| By any means it’s on again |
| But you record slangin yayhoo |
| How the fuck can you win |
| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried |
| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride |
| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star |
| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far |
| Momma, momma I tried |
| I just, I just couldn’t do it |
| I mean, I mean damn you never helped a mufucka |
| I mean, I’m sorry momma |
| That’s just drugs talkin momma |
| Momma I’m sorry |
| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried |
| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride |
| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star |
| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far |
| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried |
| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride |
| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star |
| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far |