Temporary Relief

Lyrics

[Intro: Peedi Crakk] Yeah, uh SP, yeah, Peedi muthafuckin' Crack CPR, Boola! [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] Every time I'm in the buildin', they feelin' me all crazy Just made a million and spent it with yo lady Re-coupin, chilled then V couped it White Nikes duke swoosh shit that's how I do shit Listen to my new shit It's way better than that dirt that y'all producing, nigga Been hood rich, been doin' good shit for a minute, naw I ain't finished I need that GT Bent, I can see me all in it (all in it) Couple TV's breezin' light tinted SP representa, logo husky on the fender nigga Yeah, I'm back like I live in this bitch I bought a gat, a couple ounces of lick It's P. Crack, ain't nuttin' changed, I'll burn a pound in this bitch And for my change, I'll bust a round in this bitch SP, Prince of Prop, put my crown on my shit My hand in a brick I'm runnin' wit the ROC and my handle is sick Biatch Nigga, nigga.. [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) Ok, ok... and they run up and bust (up and bust, up and bust) Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) Nigga... nigga [Verse 2: Peedi Crakk] Crakk in the kitchen, position with hot agua Caliente yay bubble like hot lava Coke problem ho, and my revolver knows.. About the size of OK coral (ohhhh) Factious bastard mashed with the mattic Half black, half Hispanic, you all faggot Blast gat, trash that, metal with the side and back at it Jackrabbit style, no condom No one behind him, gangstas designed him Shined him, refined him, thanks for the fine wine, nigga Peedi Crakk holla back, no problem Them thousand stacks, have it back in an hour Hit the block with powder, like shower to shower Stop all that nonsense, boy I got you sniffin' on that Johnson & Johnson crack, holla (nigga) [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) Ok, ok... and they run up and bust (up and bust, up and bust) Cuz every time on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) Nigga... nigga [Verse 3: Omillio Sparks] They say its a white man's world (white man's world) I'm steady shootin' at my own kind Rather fuck the next man's girl instead of going home to mine with a polluted mind I guess I'm growing nuts Others down to see how they get down and picked up on the game And left behind, follow the sign I kept my head to the sky, even when I was down Like everything was fine, kept a smile (smile, nigga) Like the first day I was introduced to dinin', got to sipping and thinking All sorts of shit start going through my mind Like State Prop get it on, until the end of time, the strength is in the numbers Then I started thinking bout all them little bustas That done crossed the motherfucka, got to peeking at my burner Snatch my keys off the dresser, ran through the door And I hopped up in the squada, started creeping through the heat of the night on these jokers Don't I paint the perfect picture That's how the boy get down for the figures Holla back, nigga [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Cuz every time I'm on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) Ok, ok... and they run up and bust (up and bust, up and bust) Cuz every time on my grind, it's like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us) Nigga... nigga [Outro: Peedi Crakk] Wit us, wit us Ok, ok, uh, uh And bust, up and bust Ok Wit us, wit us Nigga... nigga Go!