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  • 5 Star Classic

    1 25.00%
  • 4 Star Banger

    3 75.00%
  • 3 Star Decent

    0 0%
  • 2 Star Boring

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Thread: Baggin' Crack - Track Review

  1. #1

    Default Baggin' Crack - Track Review

    Baggin' Crack

    Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...part II


    Erick Sermon


    Chopping like a lumberjack, up in the gate
    One plate, a rock on the table, moving that flake, yeah
    Fiends start hitting my shit, paranoid
    He got the convoy all up in his crib, one nigga sick, fuck it
    Let's get this money, got the razor, clack it in my jean jacket
    A little scale, some baggies and a mean ratchet
    Now I start bagging away, fiends is coming, yo
    Took off my shirt, murked that-a-way
    How many you want, like seventeen, shit's is golden, daddy
    Play your part little soldier, better beaming
    Now we start blazing the place, coke all on my skin
    Eyes is burning, now I'm wiping my face
    This shit's good, right? Best in the town
    My little Dominican man and them, blessed me
    Big prices, let me wrestle them down
    Keys is like twenty a joint, for you, give me fourteen
    Flood 'em with dimes, and give your niggas joints
    Suge Knight the building, take the town over, then I woke up
    It's blood on my left thumb, I bagged over
    Now I start start casing the crib, basing
    (Yo, yo) Eighty a gram, kicked off the PlayStation
    Now the whole lab is mine, first niggas was lying
    Mad hundreds start rolling in line
    Yo, the shit's love, shakes in a dimensional caps
    You want sick love, buy like one invincible pack
    You get this stuff, you gon' see residuals back
    You just a dig-dug, you can't even hit me with facts
    I just bugged on 'em, played the rug on 'em
    Two for nine, you my nigga, got love for 'em
    We hit it in the process, ahh yes, and this is destined
    Flashback to his culture, he Mexican
    You all that, slick politician with your raw rap
    You can sell from anywhere to jail, nigga, fall back
    You be stashing shit all in the mailboxes, all that
    You just as real as the niggas on the call back


    Yo, son, relax, man, we got a lot of G to choose, son
    For real, man, here go four more, man, word up, man
    Go wash your hands, man, word up, man
    Go pour me some juice or something
    Word up, man, come see me though, for real, for real
    Yellow back in rap in here, muthafucking...

  2. #2


    I like those hihats, short but great song.

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