Versuri 8. Crack Music featuring Game

That's that crack music, nigga 
That real black music, nigga 
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That's that crack music, nigga 
That real black music, nigga 
La la la la la la la la 
La la la la la la 
 
How we stop the Black Panthers? 
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer, you hear that? 
What Gil Scott is "Heron" 
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin 
 
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland 
We, invested in that, it's like we got Merril-Lynched 
And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since 
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine 
 
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it 
The fiends cop it, nowadays they can't tell if 
That's that good shit, we ain't sure, man 
Put the CD on your toungue, yeah, that's pure, man 
 
That's that crack music, nigga 
That real black music, nigga 
La la la la la la la la 
La la la la la la 
 
That's that crack music, nigga 
That real black music, nigga 
La la la la la la la la 
La la la la la la 
 
From the place where the father's gone 
The mothers is hardly home 
And the madigon's lock us up in the Audy Home 
 
How the Mexicans say, we just tryin' to party homes 
They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam 
Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers 
Back in the hood, it's a different type of chemical 
 
Arm and Hammer, baking soda raised they own quota 
Right when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cause 
'Cause dreams of being Hova went from bein' a brokeman 
To bein' a dopeman, to bein' a president, look there's hope, man 
 
This that inspiration for the mos and the folks, man 
Shorty, come and see if mama straight overdosin' 
And this is the soundtrack 
This the type of music you make when you 'round that 
 
Crack music nigga 
That real black music nigga 
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La la la la la la 
 
That's that crack music, nigga 
That real black music, nigga 
La la la la la la la la 
La la la la la la 
 
God, how could you let this happen 
 
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Oh, that's that crack music, crack music, crack music 
That real black music, black music, black music 
La la la la la la la la 
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That's that crack music, nigga 
That real black music, nigga 
La la la la la la la la 
La la la la la la 
 
La la la la la la la la 
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La la la la la la la la 
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Oh, that's that crack music, crack music 
That real black music, black music, black music 
La la la la la la la la 
La la la la la la 
 
Our Father, give us this day our daily bread 
Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread 
See, I done did all this ol' bullshit 
And to atone I throw a little somethin', somethin' on the pulpit 
 
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit 
And what we gave back was crack music 
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies 
So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies 
 
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy 
Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammy's 
This dark diction has become America's addiction 
Those who ain't even black use it 
We gon keep backin' up this here, crack music