Fat Joe - The Crackhouse Lyrics

Writer(s) : BOULDIN, BRETT ANTHONY / FREEZE, LOUIS M. / MUGGERUD, LARRY / BOBE, JESUS / PITTMAN, KEITHIN JAMAL / CARTER, DWAYNE / CARTAGENA, JOSEPH ANTHONY / WILL
Artist: Fat Joe Lyrics
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I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
Coka
I'm eatin'
I'm eatin'
I'm sleeping on a billion dollars
I say right about now New York City, aw

Hoe no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother ****in' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Bumpin' that Kanye you can't tell me nothing right
La la la la la la la ya
Hand on the shotgun
And I'm riding shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what I got some
Bullets a whole sale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard phantom call it grey poupon
I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand when ever I hear a new song
C'mon c'mon that's too many ring-tones
Two point eight what you want me to tell ya
Make it rain man, Rhianna goin' grab an umbrella
Ella ella ella holly ****
So much coke a ***** had to shuffle it
So much coke a ***** change his government
Now we can all sing along for the **** of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack

[Chorus]
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem this is not music
I hope you find it cause he about to lose it
Joey don't do it
Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it
Until your done with it
Bring 'em to the crack house
Show 'em the crack house
Take 'em to the crack house
We in the crack house

You gotta touch your toes or I'm out
**** a club I gotta strip pole in my house
Six million ways to make it rain holla
Conflicts in my chain from Angola
Convicts in my plane where we roll up
And we hustle yey not vitamin water
Fat cause I'm so rich
Rich cause I'm so hood
Uzi your whole whip,
***** I'm that hood
You flow cold
But Joe flow sicka'
Even Reverend Al
Be like Joe's that ******
John Gotti supreme team show
These are the *****s you compare to Joe hello

[Chorus]

Get 'em joey just get 'em
(aha)
Get 'em get on them
(yes)
And if they piss you off
You **** on them (yes)
And if they piss you off
You **** on them

Hey Weez just stop right there
**** I'll let em go get the hole block clear
These *****s acters they all not there
And their time's tickin' like an auto mare
First ***** pop up 'n' we gave them the piece
Next ***** probably leave 'em under the sheets
Common papa you talkin' to me?
Ain't no body else runnin' these streets **** sucka'

Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem this is not music
I hope you find it cause he about to lose it
Joey don't do it
Joey done did it
Joey keep doin' it
Until your done with it
Take em to the crack house
They don't want the crack house
They don't want the crack house
Kick em out da crack house


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