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Master P
Master P
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O’Dell
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Porsha
Porsha
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Master P
Master P
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Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Komponist:in
C-Murder
C-Murder
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KLC
KLC
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(Make crack like this) imagine substituting Crack (make crack like this) For music (make crack like this) I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it (There it is right there) For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this Ghetto dope, No Limit Records Part of the Tobacco Firearms (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) And Freedom of Speech Committee (thank you dope fiends for your support) Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack, ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this Let me give a shoutout to the D-boys (drug dealers) Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas That'll make a dollar out of 15 cents Ain't got a job, but a rock can pay the rent Professional crackslanger, I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays (what), I be too smart for the task C-Murder, been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag Waitin' on a kilo, they eight, I'm straight, you dig? What you need, ten? Ain't no fuckin' order too big And makin' crack like this is the song You won't be getting your money if your shit be cooked wrong (blue) Overcook your dope, it might come out brown Then fiends gon' run your ass clean outta town (get up, get up) But fuck that, I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game (and what?) And tell you how to make crack from cocaine One, look for the nigga with the whitest snow Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know Make your way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda, I got the D And get the triple beam and measure up your dope Mix one gram of soda, every seven grams of coke And shake it up until it bubble up and get harder Then sit the tube in some ready-made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit rock and rise to the fuckin' top And now your cocaine powder is crack (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Nigga, I hope you're strapped, 'cause you might get jacked Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope) Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope Ghett-ghetto dope My phone rang, I picked it up (I need some weight) What you need? (Silkk, 'bout a couple of cakes) I had it all into powder, but it ain't no thang Gimme a couple of hours, I'll have it all into 'caine Trust nobody but my gun and God, ask Mac and Kane and Abel Probably catch me choppin' D, choppin' ki's up on my mom table I got a big order for some coke, I called some hoes up I want y'all buck naked while you cookin' up my dope I told y'all, we some Tru G's See me and P and C in Expeditions with Uzis Breakin' down two ki's, baby, that's 24 O-Zs a piece 'Cause see if it ain't about money, then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales, hella yayo for scales Come up short on my money, I'm jumpin' your ass like bail First of all, you gotta have nuts, don't give a fuck See, when I bust, niggas duck, 'cause they know if I miss, it ain't by much Then get you a Glock that hold you seventeen A couple dope fiends, some OZs, the triple beam (uh) And then, playa, hit your block And tell the biggest nigga to raise up off the spot or get got I'm Rowdy (Rowdy), that's why I act like this But I'm ridin' rims on gold Ds (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) 'Cause I sold crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) Nigga, nigga never let a nigga front you no dizzope Start from a gram, work your way up a kilo Get some killers on your team Keep one up in the chamber for the jackers and the dope fiends Fools come short, get rowdy (ah) Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that you 'bout it, 'bout it Break ki's down to OZ Never buy dope without weighin' it on a triple beam Fuck soda, use B-12 Keep a stash for the droughts and take other niggas clientele Check the mayonnaise jar for residue 'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two One, never talk on the phone in your house Two, never slang dope out your baby mama's house Three, never fuck with snitches 'Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches Four, keep it low-key And if you're movin' weight, treat yourself to an Uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you beep me, you betta have 20 G Five, never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy, that's the American way Clean up your dirty money to good money 'Cause legal money last longer than drug money (Make crack like this) (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope
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