Crack Party

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fatlip] Cheese, peso, mad dinero Tell 'em put the money in my hand like a sparrow All cash, no cards, no terro I can see a fortune in my future like a pharoah That girl in American apparel Guess it ain't tricking if you got her on a payroll Especially if she let you smash like a tomato Especially if she got a ass like J-Lo [Verse 2: J-Ro] She got her name from J-Ro, I ain't here to lay low I was born to stay high, fitted like a halo King James Kato, kick the truth, ayo Sip a lick wick but I need another plate though [Verse 3: Akil The MC] Uh, ay, what's the ratio? Circling the radio High rate the flow, still raking in the dough (Whoa) You think you really know? I don't really think so Why do everything look dope in slow-mo? [Verse 4: Money-B] Sitting down my 40, tell a story, I'd like to About this girl named "blah blah blah" back in my high school I'd be laughing, "Ha ha ha" when I would slide through Rubbing on her ta-ta-tas and her thick thighs too I'm just a fly fool, real players in my crew Serving chickens all out Wednesday night like a drive-through Liable to fight you for staring at my groove Failed a drug test for every job I applied to [Verse 5: Opio] Uh, it's delightful, somebody tell the maestro To turn it up, I'm hella high with my eyes closed Evel Knievel on a motorcycle East Oakland is the time zone, donut, sideshow Smoke the peace pipe, tribal and I know It's coming back around like we spinning a vinyl Eyes low cause I'm high bro Who riding with lights low? Is you ducking 5-0? [Verse 6: Blu] Man, hell no, I don't fuck with po, I just fuckin flow Just tryna find a cypher just so I can kick another flow Brothers know, suckers don't, I'm just here to fuck with hoes Then I run into the motherfucker really busting flows like Del [Verse 7: Del The Funky Homosapien] Nigga it's on, bigger with Bron Signal left, right hook the motherfucker who step in my lane Fuck nostalgia, nigga, I'm here now And the here-and-now has just past but hear me out I used to see J-Ro at Street Knowledge Studios Freestyling, I don't think he know I was on shroomy-poes Today's age where fools be so sensitive About what you say, it just show me what a bitch they is I rap for fun, out on the street Late at night when y'all sleep when the jackers hunt Get back, watch URL 'til I pass out Alone, fuck hoes, they be tryna cash out I'm a scientist with this shit, don't laugh now We gon see who's still around by the last round For those that believe that rules should be broken You can't break 'em if your dumb ass don't know 'em [Outro: Del The Funky Homosapien] Damn! You straight bitch! Ha