Sheek Louch - Crack Spot Stories feat. Ghostface Killah Raekwon & Jadakiss текст песни

Henny bottles everywhere, smell like yak
Baggy crack sitting in the kitchen wearing my mask
Roborn, taylor made in italy, new gucci denim
One sliper arm brook stone kushin in the barn
Number 7 hugging my neck
Yo ... tell that yellow bitch I got next
She fucking with robins, the one that hit her pussy soar like tarsius
This is starkus, crumbs hitting the floor, fiends clicking they big lighters
With garfield eye balls, pouring them all nights
Give me 50 push ups, hey ya lil peace,
Faggots did a dime, niggas too weak
For fun shovel suzy q in they face
Let em smoke a rock with cake on they head in the gate
Who might die with a stem on em
Who give a fuck I'm the ram...on em

Crack spot stories, he put a kilo in the pen
I'm about to break his hand into a cane that tan
You dancing around the stove, starks chilling and it's rove
My hard knock life, fuck could of wrote that for whole
Shawty gime a ginger rail and dutch masters
Matter fact, hand me the phone, I'm bout to order caspers
Fiends at the door, I'm too lazy to let em in
Turkey sandwich, barbeque chips, espn
Sitting on the couch I'm just tryina do the math
She got 10 polo shirts, all she asking for is hats
Today was a god day, no one got shot
No police and none of that, that's how it is in our spot, yeah
Pirex boys, fronting in rolls royces, I'm on the iPhone, laid back, examining choices

2 types of coke, we in the bathroom voting
We like take it, helicopter way we rolling yo
Gangsters till the death of it, humble and villains
A good hand chemist and 20 minutes cake up and finish
This for the hallways, the long days
Me and my hoe bagging up,
Shawty more a's, and bring out the 4 aces
Sit back, laughing with a stack and a clapper
She spray up everything, we paying ...
Drug house with no work there, the worst fear
Never the thirst gear, but set up to the first of the 30 first disperse
She ain't beef what, bring me a burger yeah
The flame rolling jump out, one to your first dare
So take that over there, erything, erything, stay out of mac's clear

We got the trays up in 6 ...that's usually where the guards be
Me, k and jay bop, calli j and rod leave
Bread clocking, all night the head's knocking
No feds, just kevin tyle, west watching
Bagging up at the table while we chit chat
Pass the philly, wash your hands for you hit that
Young niggas getting it, everybody g'd up
Other niggas only make sales when we agreed up
Motor roller flip, burn out in the beeper
White cadian rum, the stacy and shniqua
Yeah cocaine weed and 40's that's when I was a shawty
Crack spot stories, to alah be the glory.