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Crack Spot Stories

アーティスト:Ghostface Killah  アルバム:Wu Block 

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Henny bottles everywhere, smelling like 'yac Bagging crack, sitting in the kitchen, wearing my mask Robe on, tailored made in Italy, new Gucci denim One slipper on, Brookstone, cushion In the barn, number seven, hugging my neck, yo, Kiss, yo, Rae Tell that yellow bitch I got next She fucking with robbers, don't wanna hear Her pussy sore like Tasha's, this is Starkers Crumbs hitting the floor, fiends clicking they big lighters With Garfield eyeballs, pulling them all nighters Give me fifty push ups, give ya'll a little piece Faggots did a dime, niggas too weak For fun, shove a Suzy Q in they face Let 'em smoke a rock with cake on they head in the gate He might die with a stem on him Who give a fuck, I'm the reigns, hate on him Crack spot stories, he put a kilo in the pan I was about to break his hand until it came back tan He dancing around the stove, Starks chilling in his rob My hard knock life, I could of wrote that for Hov' Shorty, give me a ginger ale and dutch masters Matter fact, hand me the phone I'm bout to order Casper's Fiends at the door, I'm too lazy to let 'em in Turkey sandwich, barbecue chips, ESPN Sitting on the couch, I'm just trynna do the match She got ten polo shirts, all she asking for is half Today was a good day, no one got shot No police or none of that, that's how it is in our spot, yeah Pyrex boys fronting in Rolls Royce's


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