Juelz Santana - Back like cooked crack lyrics

Locked OK ok! More crack, more crack, more crack Back like cooked crack you motherf**ers Santana! Juelz santana, yeah!, dipset, dipset Yall know me, I'ma take it up another motherf**in notch, haa! Right now it's about that time Yeah!, yeah! Yo.. Now you ain't never seen a G roll wit this You a E-hole missin, get ya peep hole missin k**ed an ditched like Nico Simpson While I'm Chico stickin, Philipeno women You the type that wear a speedo swimmin, Ina pool a 100 dudes, an just 3 Lil women sh**!, you couldn't even see those women An the pool was 3 feet deep, that these hoes went in Oh no this negro didn't, oh he go trippin'?, he gon get at least 4 digits Homes, I make at least 6 digits, a week An Ina week then I trick 6 figures Yea, I be wit some quick pick n***ahs Sick sick n***ahs, who clip sh** quicker then big clip scissors You a barber, get ya big thick clippers Sit in ya own chair Yea, cut ya own hair, you's a known queer n***ah I'm no hair, no mare I be done wit hair, done here You bang, but I claim the dawg was homey Yeahhh, an i gotta ole fam Cam is still choppin junk An Jim? Yeah, he still a muhf**in El Toppa to Unger Let's get this sh** clear I'm the prince here My dick is sick, just waitin to get this b**h here Now ion know if yall done know this kid Keep your eyes more focused kid I'ma tell ya An i just gotta call off a state phone Like, Aye homes, El millz on the way home An we here with the flow, you scared of the flow, nominated for grammys 2 years Ina row Who cares if you don't win?, you playin this sh** thoe, we here for the dough, all year for the dough Yea, I thought we'd never be in this sh** But we did, turn around and we gon beat up this sh** An in the studio we beastin this sh** Yea, we thinkin about 3 peatin this sh** So, just hang ya shot up Dawg, we on a bulls winning streak, and gotta Lakers line up We can't wait to line up, an show you motherf**ers wat it is to see how gansters line up You see them tecs and them spaceships line up, start to think the f**in matrix lined up I got A-gang wit me, I got the AK wit me I advise you not to play games wit me I gotta mean focused spray game wit me So fiend, He thought I had a little spray rang wit me But I'm that n***ah, that man, that deliver the blam, can opener style, take the lid off ya can! I'm crueler then cruel, you'll never find a n***ah as smooth as me that still do wat I do So just play guard, you's a playin card I'm Kobe Bryant, without the rape charge I'm MJ, without the face job sh**, I'm Whitney Houston, without the 8 ball And that's straight raw Yeah n***ah, I told you motherf**ers I'm back like cooked crack Oh you think I'm just saying it? Believe me, huh?, oh its all f**ed up now Oh it is, it's all bad now, oh it is, k**a! You know how it's goin down Line 'em up, so I can shut em down I'm popping sh** this time around You motherf**ers got me hot, ok! Look I told you I was great, ok! Yeah! I'm still movin', let's go Can't ever stop me now n***ah Yeah!, ok! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, yeah! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, what! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, come on! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, let's go!