history. From courthouse to crackhouse, baby. I'll follow you blindly, let me. Let all your sins. Come stumbling in. Kiss me with those tired lips. Let us stumble and fall. It's cold I know. Just keep
crackhouse. Ceiling so high, you would think it was Shaq house. Whip so big that it beep when I back out Like beep, beep, ayo tell that *** move this. Bow Wheezy, Mr. "Get em where the dinner's cool". I
rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters. But only if you cross that line. (Hold up, Hold up). . Verse 1 Rick Ross. I was birthed in the crackhouse. But what made
, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton). Verse 4 The Game. It's time to blackout, time to spit this crack out. Niggas been fiending for this ***, Aftermath a crackhouse. The way I spit, niggas'll think I pulled