Plastic Little - Crambodia lyrics

[PackofRats] Gucci black banana boat, got bananarama blow (Yeah what that mean?) That means I got a lot of coke Patron with chicka pro, PackofRats, he's a pro You was just a so and so, n***a, nobody know Just a local zero, nobody's hero No Body's Child please knock this n***a out Rap n***as we hit 'em like we Kimbo And they kinfolk, yo homey get so simple Crambodia Romeo, it's a rodeo Roll 'em up, these SoCo a**, seven hundred club like Oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh, ali-ali-ali-free Plus we loving weed, can't seem to get enough of thee P Little, we wear it well like El DeBarge Yo, homey, you call those crews a squad? Go home, go home, come back tomorrow when you got the dope hook-up, push it [Jon Thousand] n***as ain't fit it, no shame, the name sh** it It's J-O-N rain on 'em, or it's pimp, man, the same kid's Sleeping in the club, I snuck in the back way Took a nap, all you muthaf**as get the gas face So grab the ashtray, I'm bout to celebrate It's Saturday, and I'm not dead or celebate On an elephant, holding my dick in quicksand Man, that Crambodia, will grab a hold of you quick And never let go, stomp your face like a d**h show It's a different world, Dwayne Wayne's got the best blow And dress clothes by Espo on the best for Like Flight 93, yo let's roll, Spank Rock in the headphones Coke and wet, yo wet and coke I'll do it til I'm fifty and broke, for a 20 and smoke It's plenty dope, anybody wanna know about it Tell 'em ask bombadillo, he'll show him about it [Amanda Blank] I'm the first lady up, acid wise and decks Like Texas s**, ya'll muthaf**as think rock can't jive And dress up fans, kick stands and fake tans Bubblegum a little tongue, I put a strap on for my man I'm alright, nor can I block on fake nails and f**ing How this b**h get the remix, which electronic's dick she s**ing One said don't know nothing, always b**hing about something Laugh my a** off to the bank, ya'll can keep on fronting Thinking I don't know my place, like yo this little girl's bugging Said she save her old face for Ghostface, his loving I'm that chicken, I'm the sh**, I'm getting too big for my britches B-I-G-G-E-S-T, C-U-N-T of all the b**hes B-I-G-G-E-S-T, C-U-N-T of all the b**hes This p**y's powerful like whoa, I'm gon' wake up Tommy Lee The way the metal has these strippers all over me I roll with L-I-T-T-L-E Plastic We writes cla**ic rhymes for all the bad kids And all the crazy ladies, for derelict men like Kool Ken I f**ing kick out my bed No for real, son, get the f** out my bed [SQUID] This slang baby, come si dice, and make it look it easy I'm breaking noise, popping PCPs, so roll the greasy Roll us, scuff our tennis up, they flee the G's From Philly, electronic babies they took over your city Put it down, back and downtown, no one your LES All off a booger suga mama, with a PackofRats I raise a bar, push the highlight smoke Then these art f*ggy n***as run up and got Ghost s**a n***a pop star, we just lick G First to look freaky, sheek and skinny jeans Seen reading magazine, push looking in Never on it, the Brooklyn accents, authentic back sh**, b**h [No Body's Child] It's bulletproof round three, pull out my pee-pee And pee-pee pon your front teeth Offer you a sweet G and be about my business These underground rap n***as sound so leaky And I'm rapped ziplock, without the jock strap That's balls to the wall, dog, drag race rap Huh, you n***as doing laps Like dogs in the park looking for a Scooby snack Getting nowhere fast, so sick, oooh ooh sit And be a good b**h, it's the fungus prince of wonderland Dipping in a Brandywine man of more Floating on my back blowing purple smoke Looking way iller than your neighborhood crip again Filling it, til ya papa and your mama got that feeling again And we dancing on a ceiling Crooklyn, up to buck it, n***as momma having fun in your house While you out buying something for your kids to eat We cat or Maury thugging these b**hes and they sticking to my co*k and pause it Crooklyn, up to buck it, n***as momma having fun in your house While you out buying something for your kids to eat We cat or Maury thugging these b**hes and they sticking to my co*k and pause it [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, sit back and watch me gleam like OxyClean Getting six sick b**hes but the drop is mean Draped in furs and lenin, hard denim, the God's winning Looking fresh to d**h like John Lennon The waves spinning, dark Gucci frames, cover my grill Catch me in the tabloids, feeling sharp as a quill My neck is heavy, my wrist got a mind of it's own Take a look and get blinded by the size of this stone Diamonds is flawless, son, I'm like the stars in orbit Historic imported j**els, that's the reason I brought it Black bubble beam, lay back and buckle in Keep money stacks that overlap like double chins I, guzzle gin, go back and double twins Told her friends, that a late n***a's for a couple innings This is Theodore, make no mistakes about it We buy the bar out, even when the sh** ain't crowded