DJ Teknikz - Umm Crack lyrics

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DJ Teknikz - Umm Crack lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yeah, I'm feeling like a crack addict Fresh up out the county jail yeah, I'm back at it Black Caddy, black coat, black khakis Keep flossing them Carats, you gone get jack rabbit Y'all n***as okay but me I'm a young cla**ic I'm in the trap got the work, doing gymnastics Money's my motivation, know that I got to have The way I flow is not a hobby, more like a habit You know I'm cool with no ice on, but I wear it anyway, hoes say that it look nice on (nice on) And they call me Mr. Pipelong, I make hits, y'all make nice songs And it's '08, and so great, don't hate, or else, 44's in yo face Send you on your way, ain't nobody stopping me, b**h I'm on my way [Hook:] Cause I'm crack Even though I never left I'm back If you looking for some gangsta sh** this is where it's at Matter fact I'm a beast on the track I am all of the above I'm a pimp, I'm a player, I'm a mack, I'm crack Even though I never left I'm back If you looking for some gangsta sh** this is where it's at Matter fact I'm a beast up on the track I am all of the above I'm a pimp, I'm a player, I'm a mack, I'm crack! [Verse 2:] Yeah, I like my b**hes yellow, with a nice petite, and a a** shake like jello, hello They know, b**h I'm from the ghetto, but I'm still a pro at this, you can call me Carmello I blow a lot of dro, so I keep a cigarillo, I rep the westside, like my n***a Shawty L-O I'm all good in my hood, I'm a hero, y'all quarter-pounds, but me, I'm a whole kilo I spit propane that c**aine flow, see hoes think I'm crazy, but I'm so-sane though (so-sane though) And I never really been one of them scary guys, last n***a tried me, I left his a** paralyzed I'm a tell you one time, and one time only, I'm a real n***a, and I don't like phonies I got this, I got that, you want this, then holla back, you want that, then take this, and that back [Hook:] [Verse 3:] But I'm no fool, who don't be fools, cause I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth And I'm usually not rude, but I could be so chill for, cruisin' where your hood be, Uzi up your crib Let me show you I'm a real G, n***a I get money, while you flexing and you poppin' And it seems to me that all you n***as talk about is necklaces and watches, and them diamonds in your bracelets We'll take it, yeah I'm watching this, some Boyz In Da Hood sell anything for profit