Eugene Dixon - The Crackhouse (Happy Father's Day) lyrics

[Intro: Dre & Fat Joe] I'm sleeping on a billion dollars Coka I'm eating Crills mania I'm eating I'm sleeping on a billion dollars And I say right about now New York City [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Oh no, oh Joe, he did it, he's back In the back of that black Maybach, tripping Now, blow that motherf**ing kush up in the sky La la la la la la la Bumping that Kanye, you can't tell me nothing, right? La la la la la la la la la la Hand on the shotgun and I'm riding shotgun Uzis, banana clips, what, what? I got some Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons Yellow mustard Phantom car, it Grey Poupon I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song Come one, come on, there's too many ringtones 2.8 what you want me to tell you? Make it rain, Mary Anna, go and grab an umbrella -Ella, -ella, -ella, holy sh** So much coke, a n***a have to shovel it So much coke, a n***a change his government Now we can all sing along for the f** of it Crack, crack, crack, crack [Hook: Lil Wayne] Hey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse I mean, I'm talking more parties 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 doing it until you're done with it Bring them to the crackhouse, show them the crackhouse Take them to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse [Verse 2: Fat Joe] You gotta touch your toes or I'm out f** a club, I got a strip pole in my house Six million ways to make it rain, hold up Conflicts in my chain from Angola Convicts in my plane when we roll up And they hustle yay not vitamin water Fat 'cause I'm so rich, rich 'cause I'm so hood Uzi your whole whip, n***a, I'm that hood You flow cold, but Joe flow sicker Even Reverend Al be like, "Joe's that n***a!" John Gotti, Supreme Team show These are the n***as you compare to Joe, hello [Hook: Lil Wayne] Hey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse I mean, I'm talking more parties 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 doing it until you're done with it Bring them to the crackhouse, this the crackhouse Walk them to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse Get them