Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crack Intro, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crack Intro |
| Huh, me? |
| I’m representing Mo city, nigga |
| Rich Motofo to be exact |
| That’s what’s up for me, nigga |
| By dueces to the crip nigga till the casket drop, nigga to the world blow (HAY) |
| Know what’s I’m talking bout? |
| I ain’t set tripping no nigga, I be getting this goddamn breed |
| That’s what it’s about to me, nigga (HAY) |
| So back back and uh, I’m a show you how to do this shit one time, |
| you know what I’m talking bout |
| It’s my new shit nigga called Crack |
| Why it’s called Crack? |
| (HAY) |
| Cause it’s the new word, nigga (HAY) |
| Getcha hoota ready to blaze, nigga (NIGGA!) |
| I try to beat my felony but I lost that case |
| So well, I went to jail and I lost that weight |
| Met a couple dime pieces but I’m true to one woman |
| I could spot a devil with breast when I see one coming |
| What’s the matter, y’all acting like y’all mad I’m free |
| Like to see me suffering, is what you glad to see (bitches) |
| Newsflash: I ain’t been doing bad in so long |
| Making money in prison like I was still at home |
| Got a few mo vechile, that super size my house |
| Made a call to Paul Wall and he re-did my mouth |
| Know you wonder why I’m the most hated rapper down south |
| I’m so deep they can’t reach what I be talking about |
| With the same size foot you couldn’t fill these shoes |
| You ain’t gotta be a crip for you to dig these blues |
| Where the playa haters at, it’s time to hate me again |
| Same pistol, yeah it’s dusty without safety again |
| Same snub coll 8 5 7 ain’t nothing changed |
| I ain’t looking for no trouble just protecting my brain |
| I don’t need to reach out and touch ya, stay out of my range |
| If you don’t give me a reason, I ain’t goin murder you maan |
| I’m the new Crack, put me on yo hoota and blaze me You ain’t even gotta re-smoke, just smoke me daily |
| If ya lookin for a buzz, this the wrong CD |
| Homie, don’t press play, unless you ready to O D All my people love my music, but they don’t think I’m a thug |
| Even the kids listen, but they don’t think I’m a drug |
| In reality I’m an addiction, but that’s a good thang |
| Not on for television, I’m a world wide hood thang |
| Reppin stars, and dealers moving my shit |
| Bootleggers ain’t got the good wheel, but it’s too hard to call it well |
| And if you got the nerve to call me underground, nigga please |
| Here goes fourteen new songs, overdose on these |