Fat Joe — The Crackhouse

[Intro: Dre & Fat Joe] I'm sleeping on a billion dollars Coka I'm eating Crills mania I'm eating I'm sleeping on a billion dollars And I say right about now New York City [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Oh no, oh Joe, he did it, he's back In the back of that black Maybach, tripping Now, blow that motherfucking kush up in the sky La la la la la la la Bumping that Kanye, you can't tell me nothing, right? La la la la la la la la Hand on the shotgun and I'm riding shotgun Uzis, banana clips, what, what? I got some Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons Yellow mustard Phantom car, it Grey Poupon I can make it Pacman Jones in here too long We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song Come one, come on, there's too many ringtones 2.8 what you want me to tell you? Make it rain, Mary Anna, go and grab an umbrella -Ella, -ella, -ella, holy shit So much coke, a nigga have to shovel it So much coke, a nigga change his government Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it Crack, crack, crack, crack [Hook: Lil Wayne] Hey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse I mean, I'm talking more pies than a frat house This is a problem, this is not music I hope you find it 'cause he about to lose it Joey, don't do it, Joey done did it Joey keep doing it until you're done with it Bring them to the crackhouse, show them the crackhouse Take them to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse [Verse 2: Fat Joe] You gotta touch your toes or I'm out Fuck a club, I got a strip pole in my house Six million ways to make it rain, hold up Conflicts in my chain from Angola Convicts in my plane when we roll up And they hustle yay not vitamin water Fat 'cause I'm so rich, rich 'cause I'm so hood Uzi your whole whip, nigga, I'm that hood You flow cold, but Joe flow sicker Even Reverend Al be like, "Joe's that nigga!" John Gotti, Supreme Team show These are the niggas you compare to Joe, hello [Hook: Lil Wayne] Hey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse I mean, I'm talking more pies than a frat house This is a problem, this is not music I hope you find it 'cause he about to lose it Joey, don't do it, Joey done did it Joey keep doing it until you're done with it Bring them to the crackhouse, this the crackhouse Walk them to the crackhouse, we in the crackhouse [Interlude: Lil Wayne] Get em, Joey just get em Get em, get on them And if they piss you off you shit on them And if they piss you off you shit on them [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Hey Weez just stop right there Shit I don't let em go, get the whole block clear These niggas actors, they are not there And thier time's tickin' like an Audemars First nigga pop up and we gave him the piece Next nigga pop up leave him under the sheets C'mon papa, you talkin to ME Ain't nobody else runnin' these streets COCKSUCKER! [Hook: Lil Wayne] Heeey, this is the crackhouse, welcome to the crackhouse Man I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house This is the problem, this is not music I hope you find it cuz he about to lose it Joey don't do it, Joey done did it Joey keep doin' it until you're done wit' it Take em to the crackhouse They don't want the crackhouse, they don't want the crackhouse Kick em out the crackhouse