good time I said hey (Hey) I don't mean to frighten you away This is cracker soul It comes so easy I said hey (Hey) I don't get your head a mess This is
Tradução: Galleta. Esta es el alma de Cracker.
combined I gotta make sure my niece is fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is
head Underneath the bed, underneath the bed [Verse 2] Laying here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall Banging Snoop Dogg spinning this basketball, what the fuck is
head Underneath the bed, underneath the bed [Verse 2: Game] Laying here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall Banging Snoop Dogg spinning this basketball, what the fuck is
: My love for you is like an angel flyin through the sky like a bird in the winter.And your love for me is so deep sort of like a black rose crack in
hit it one time. We are destined to be dead as a nation, don't let it come to this, resist the temptation. Gamble for your soul with the devil you
wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody
, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody
mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control I'm fighting
? Is it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definately not to be imposed, being a demon Because this is the
wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like
corner where we sell crack Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her But don't cry, this world ain
not to be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day them same motherfuckers
the jackpot, I'm the lucky one My fortune endless, never coming undone, uh Moving, I'm a nomad Another girl's voice is the noises rad My treasure is soul
get My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I'm good Ya know? This is about you now, is it 'gon make you happy to see me gone? Are you
yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul
my time is none, because I'm writing more I don't hear to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this I ain't gonna
