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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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Crack Music Ft. Game
Kanye West F That's that crack music, nigga That real black music, nigga That's that crack music, nigga That real black music, nigga
How we stop the black panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearin' 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 Merrill-Lynch 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 tongue yeah, that's pure man
That's that crack music, nigga That real black music, nigga That's that crack music, nigga That real black music, nigga
From the place where the fathers gone The mothers is hardly home And the mighty gonna lock us up in a home How the Mexicans say we just tryin' to party homes They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical Am and Hammer baking soda Raised they own quota
Writin' when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cuz 'Cuz dreams of being 'hova went From bein a brokeman ta bein' a dopeman Ta bein' a President, look there's hope man
This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin' And this is the soundtrack This tha type of music you make when you round that
Crack music, nigga That real black music, nigga That's that crack music, nigga That real black music, nigga
God, how could you let this happen?
Ohh, that's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga
Ohh, that's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music
Our father, give us this day our daily bread [Incomprehensible]give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this ole 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 mamma's 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 Grammies This dark dixon has become America's addiction Those who ain't even black use it
We gon' baggin' up this here, crack music
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