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Craig's House

Who got my gym pass?
Scoopin this food got a kid mad
If he catch a little thin flab
When he pitch ass
I’m on a sofa, sole foot and toes is on the table
Whole lotta hoes on cable
Hate emcees like i hate hiltons
And i pray that my name mean death too these
Better take a deep breath, skate with the millions
Hey, don’t hate on the flying V
Or the big fish spilling ash to dish mashed
And After this the keef catching flame
Fast get the good silver, lets build a signal to the cook and no filter
Crack a window in the nook and get glowing like a jack-o'-lantern
And ash then, turn it over so the rowboat’ll bit slower
Blastin
Tina -private- dancing
My eyes getting slanted
Laying on the sand for a second, minute
Went up off the swishin Hit me like a tipsy
Typa fish in that position
Swimming in the glass and all of a sudden broke out
Maybe it was just from the fan that’ll blow the smoke out
And Jam Hand wants to go out
Doubt i can remember what i know about the whole damn Cove now
Go to grab grams in the grounds like ghost town
And old house were my man lived and sold
Round the way everyday, every night seems like
Bound to blaze from a pipe and i can’t complain
But its a cycle, some will go out, some will stay in
And promise to change, tomorrow its the same shit again, so
Cut that shit
Muscat dipped
Canadian club
Crush that mic
Layback like
Save this stuff from when changes up
Relatin the tales to youngsters
Thats the way that it was kid
Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages
Kicks splashed with mud
Eight track days is how we got down
Laying the raps around
Way withdrawn
We just jamming at Craig’s
And the last man standing is raw
I got my head in my hands
Laid in the cats cradle
Ten ways i can change my damn fate
Made the same fatal mistake
Instead of handling biz
I handled a J
And addle my brain
Cannabis mist
Blow rings just to get in the grove
So red, you can check it and prove
Echos a legend
And knew tricks when he exhale Left a huge trail
And he left a lotta friends when he jetted
Then it hit us, stretched in a candy cane mint
Glimmer of the lights left up from Christmas
Jammy said which of us didn’t wish it so
And he hit it dead, as a kid wished to sit at home
Now we doing it, and doing it wild
Ani’t as many beauties in the house as outside
Sitting on my booty city cabin fever and really happy as a clam
Micky needa mashed food though
The least we can do is call panago
Even though its damn slow we had dough and a phone
And so it goes, jammin with the folks from the home land
Over jack Daniel’s and a can of coke
Everyday is a equation, and the drugs called
Weed’ll help you skip some
Music will get you through the ones you must solve
G 1000 is this young
Scholar i acknowledge that its tough but mush dog
Rush till you stuck balance, mush, Advance
Or a chalice of gin
In the lab some or dancing with chicks
This is your chance kid mush through the slush
While us old dogs chilling, trade tales from the crypt, so
Cut that shit
Muscat dipped
Canadian club
Crush that mic
Layback like
Save this stuff from when changes up
Relatin the tales to youngsters
Thats the way that it was kid
Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages
Kicks splashed with mud
Eight track days is how we got down
Laying the raps around
Way withdrawn
We just jamming at Craig’s
And the last man standing is raw
So it was me, Insider, Fat Joey, Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane
The Red Team clique
So it was Me, Insider, Fat Joey, Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane
The Red Team six
And when you get high its like a fly type life
Style
A whole generation of us red eyed bent smiling
And bedheaded
Come alive
Only you could do it, true, nobody would do it for you
Get it?