PaperPlatoon - Leave My Crib lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Yo cuz, come here man Tell me, I got one quiestion for you brother Who is this kid Spark? I was listening to the radio, I heard this tune It sound like the pink panther, dun dun dun dun, dun dun This kid was doing the wildest scratching, the wildest rapping I'm like yo, this is d**h number 3 on the phone Then it came back cuz, with Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun I'm like yo man I'm thinkin im watching tv or what This is deaf man, who is this kid Spark [Hook: Spark Master Tape] Uhh, I don't even leave my crib … Unless I got my gun with me Uuughhh... I don't even leave my house Unless Im drunk outta henny, uhh [Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] I don't even leave my bed, until a bad b**h give this k**a gorilla some head And I don't leave the b**h until the b**h is so wet That she gone rock a tampon and I know she ain't even bled I'm a motherf**ing ill motherf**er That'll shoot your whole clique on pills motherf**er And we take a life for like 4 bills motherf**er When we roll through hit the damn hills mother-f**er… You don't even know 'bout luck Spark don't Harlem Shake until it looks like Puffs' And I won't come your way unless it looks like us T-shirt, merchant sales, flows and guns Born with a war torch, score pa**ing How you doing, pour more than the ??? Taping my wife to a goddamn matres f** a honeymoon, Goons in Paris I'll show ya how it is, b**h get ratchet 'Fore you motherf**ers spark the magsticks Bagel motherf**er with a hole in the middle Like a compact disc in my last whip My team be toking that Justin Bieber, sipping that potent, spitting that ether Rolling that dope sh**, smoking with divas in a wife-beater out in Colombia Sipping on some beers, got my c**a cola and a pack of Marlboro reds Moving Marcy Metal and my blower then I ship 'em out the head And I dodge your immegration then I sip another beer like ULGHHHHHH [Hook] [Verse 2: Dat n***a Nug] Look I don't ever leave my house, without checking my fresh I'm checking your b**h while checking my checks, make sure it add up I don't ever leave the booth, without k**ing this sh** My flow go and you feeling this sh** The popo's try conceiling this sh** But we still in this b**h, be still in this b**h Don't spill henny on the seat of my whip You jumped up to get beat down and I'm turnt up and this beat pound To these fake a** n***as tryna be down, my name all over these streets now My hands all over your freak now when she coming home to get beat down Like uhhh n***a, what n***a, don't conversate with no f** n***a I rather just chill play the C.O.D. n***a b**h bring the blunt and the girl with ya Roll one up so we can touch the sky, and testify And we getting fly when we in NY And we in the lot we twisting up the fire And you can catch the fade like its Tekken 5 Everybody tough 'till the weapon fire, and your body fall Cause my clique on pills and we down to ride [Hook]