Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Time To Check My Crackhouse

[Chorus x 4]

Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse

[Verse 1]

The P rat a tat
It`s time to start checkin` shit
I`m the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin` with
Man get that Mack-11
It`s time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and slippin` that 4
I`m bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin` toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz I`m crazy
Girl you ain`t got my cash
You won`t see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin` pocket tightly crumbled up
50`s in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
Bitch I`m gonna leave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain`t takin` no shorts
I`m aimin` that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain`t no fuckin` return from the dead
I`m ready to kill bitch
I`m the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin` with
I`m kickin` doors down
Tryna` get my money
Leavin` fiends on the ground
Face down like dummies
You better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
Killa murda muthafucka
I ain`t runnin` from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthafuckas that you won`t be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin` grits
That`s why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don`t give a fuck
And just like my boy said
Yo ass got plucked
You shoulda came right with my money
You started smokin`
That`s why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
I`m gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin` with
Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin` P
And I ain`t takin` no shorts with ya`ll niggas with my D

[Chorus x 4]

[Verse 2]

Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door lookin` at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was fuckin good G
That`s when I told my man
Hit `em with the oozi!
That`s it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground lookin` like a eggo plater
But I ain`t even trippin`
Gotta show them I ain`t fakin`
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Headed to the front
Got them fiends walkin` in the back
I ain`t even trippin`
Ain`t no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g`s and two fuckin` keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckin` cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin` dashed bro
Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
But I ain`t even trippin` cuz I ran through clear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That`s when I see two robbers on my ass
Played it all cold
Told B to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I wen`t back to the house and my homie want some flour
I ain`t Scarface but got the money and the power
They call me Nino Brown
Or fuckin` Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There`s gonna be some shit up in my city

[chorus x 4]

Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Time To Check My Crackhouse [Chorus x 4] Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It`s time to start checkin` shit I`m the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin` with Man get that Mack-11 It`s time for some drama Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma Gone off that posit and slippin` that 4 I`m bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin` toy You bitches better break me off my money cuz I`m crazy Girl you ain`t got my cash You won`t see your baby Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up Dollar bills in my fuckin` pocket tightly crumbled up 50`s in my mouth got my goddamn tongue Remember when I walk on the set Bitch I`m gonna leave you dumb Break me off my cash I ain`t takin` no shorts I`m aimin` that Tek-9 right at your heart Ain`t no fuckin` return from the dead I`m ready to kill bitch I`m the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin` with I`m kickin` doors down Tryna` get my money Leavin` fiends on the ground Face down like dummies You better have the cash or your ass in the body bag Killa murda muthafucka I ain`t runnin` from the tads Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat I told you muthafuckas that you won`t be coming back You came up short with the muthafuckin` grits That`s why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit Call me the black rambo Cuz I don`t give a fuck And just like my boy said Yo ass got plucked You shoulda came right with my money You started smokin` That`s why I had to break you off some tokens So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch I`m gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin` with Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin` P And I ain`t takin` no shorts with ya`ll niggas with my D [Chorus x 4] [Verse 2] Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe One nigga at the door lookin` at me hellah fake I played it all like it was fuckin good G That`s when I told my man Hit `em with the oozi! That`s it 1-2-times rat a tatta One nigga on the ground lookin` like a eggo plater But I ain`t even trippin` Gotta show them I ain`t fakin` Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon I started counting my dope Everything was cool black Headed to the front Got them fiends walkin` in the back I ain`t even trippin` Ain`t no time to serve these fiends I got 40 g`s and two fuckin` keys headed to the bienz to put the fuckin` cash up Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin` dashed bro Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view But I ain`t even trippin` cuz I ran through clear view Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas That`s when I see two robbers on my ass Played it all cold Told B to get that pistol Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle I wen`t back to the house and my homie want some flour I ain`t Scarface but got the money and the power They call me Nino Brown Or fuckin` Frank Nitty But if you come up short There`s gonna be some shit up in my city [chorus x 4] Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Time To Check My Crackhouse: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/5004.html Все тексты песен: Master P » Master P - Goin` Through Some Thangs » Master P - Dead Presidents » Master P - Ain`t Nothing Changed » Master P - Dope Mann » Master P - Basketball » Master P - Killa Pussy » Master P - Act a Fool » Master P - Homies and Thuggs » Master P - The Farm » Master P - Tryin To Do Something » Master P - Pass Me Da Green » Master P - Dope, Pussy, & Money » Master P - What I`m Bout » Master P - Trick or Treat Whodi » Master P - Back Against the Wall » Master P - Return of Da Don » Master P - Anything Goes » Master P - Ice Cream Man » Master P - Ice on My Wrist (Remix)" » Master P - The Farm Рекомендуем скачать: » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Не дано » Хабарова Кира - Пиво » Хвостенко Алексей - Прославление Олега Соханевича » Хабарова Кира - Жить! » Хромов Юра - ПОЛУНОЧНЫЙ ЭКСПРЕСС » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Запоминай » Хабарова Кира - Рыжая собака » Хвостенко Алексей - Симпозион » Хабарова Кира - Кривые ножки » Хромов Юра - ОСЕНЬ » Хабарова Кира - Платье из бурды » Хор и Оркестр ГАБТ СССР - Марш энтузиастов (Авиамарш) » Хабарова Кира - Санитары » Хабарова Кира - Мальчик, синие глаза » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - Курицин » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Воскресение » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беда » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - В последний раз
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