Joell Ortiz - Crack Spot lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Ay do me a solid my n***a Look up under the kitchen sink and grab that brown bucket Yeah yeah, yeah that's it Good lookin my n***a Ay, pull that shade down [Chorus One: Joell Ortiz] Water, jar, coke, soda Fire, pot, stir, slower Ice, fluff, whip, boulder Dry, cut, bag, OVER! [Joell Ortiz] Don't tell me that it's mad hot Baby boy you on the grind, find a back block Cop a hoopty, go see Louie for a stash box I'm posted up until they come and get this last rock I toast it up with my n***az on the strip with me Pour some out for my good n***az that's history Man, I don't check the mail without the fifth with me It's sixteen in that thing and it spit fully! We out here runnin from the man, duckin all them vans Takin care of all the homies stuck up in the can Sittin in somebody kitchen cuttin up these grams If, you ain't never seen it boy you wouldn't understand Safe in that stash house tuckin all them bands Hoodrats watchin but we pluckin on they hands Money over hoes, n***a G's up Lawyer money, pocket money and that re-up [Chorus One] [Chorus Two: Joell Ortiz] Jackpot, I run the crack spot Fiends runnin back and forth to get these blacktops (Yaowa) Jackpot, I run the crack spot Nobody leavin 'til they finished with that last rock [Joell Ortiz] Ain't a damn thang change, I'm out here gettin change It's a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain The hood know my name, boy and my sh** ring Since I don't play no games, boy I let that sh** ring It's rules to this sh**, a step-by-step booklet to get yo' game on track Not yo' wig pushed back Yeah I make that coke leave then make that sh** come back I'm Fat Joe on that stove, gotta get +Cook Crack+! I'm tryin get it, let some fiends hit it Let 'em lean wit it, make sure they beam wit it If they become a Rocket, then we Hakeem wit it Post up e'rywhere and live that dream wit it Hurricane Sandy, I flood the scene wit it Yo' white girl dirty, my baby clean wit it Environmentalist, look I'm gettin green wit it And it's never over, when everything's finished Haha [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, I see you gettin paper, see you out here trappin But if you ain't on my team, anything can happen I ain't out here rappin to be rappin I'm rappin cause this is a new way of trappin, baby boy I get it crackin Get ya head busted, get ya face smacked in Ya boy's so hood, my old lady packin Anyway, back to that trap, I ain't slackin Just got a new package and broke it into fractions! Got the block jumpin, Blake Griffin action You got 'em like CP3, they all pa**in You ain't got that fire, you sellin wet matches I don't sell duds, e'rybody blasted Don't hate me homie, don't hate the game Hate yo' connect homie, he gave you the 'caine Or maybe it's yo' wack whip game that's to blame Or maybe it's just me motherf**er, I do my thaaaang! [Chorus Two] [Outro: Joell Ortiz] Okay now, see this? THIS is what I'm talkin about Ay n***a taste that, HE-YEAH!