Chuuwee - Get It Crackin' lyrics

Yo I'm simply truely the baddest
Need a Nubian Goddess assisting
Up in the palace
I'm diggin' the groupies status
Soon to be Louie tagging and
Livin' the truely lavish my bars man ish
I tongue game and shoot her spanish
No bandanas, but I'm a bandit
I run up inside this cottage
Holdin' a roman candle
I'll come in with that Iron Chef
Skillet and pan flow
Pan cold they know I'm crispy hoes
Do what they man don't
Oh god damn, Van Dam is what I am though
With these flows shit gets bad when
I'm in my damn mode
Who fly? Get out the sky better
Find something to land on
At this stand point you're damn wrong
Crappy you need some practice
I'm West Coast Classic
Chuck Taylor's and khakis
Does anyone have a blunt wrap
Maybe come and get at me
Smoke a swisher puff n' pass we'll
Toke a spliff and get happy
Hey I'm a real nigga, I'm bout that action
Ain't never simp or slip or slackin'
Stick to my mackin'
Make sure you keep a Magnum wrapper
Bitches be trappin'
And hustling n' stackin' isn't trappin'
That's a whole nother contraption
She's a down bitch, let's make it happen
Smoke something for Biggie get the
Kid back n' relaxin'
And roll a swisher full of Purple Passion
N' make em' match it
And when it comes to rappin' niggas know
I'm the baddest fuck what you yappin'

Yeah, she's a real bitch, she got a fatty
Fatty
Drive a Caddy because she wana be from Cali
Beauty pageant winner she was a
Model in the Maxim
Now I got her pinned up against
The matress like refrigerator magnets
See what happened was
I came in so spectacular
She couldn't help but let me suck
Her neck like I was Dracula
Hop in that suicide I'm tryna make
A patient of a passenger
Blast the tunes n' twist the lavender
I came in, Stacey bad she dash like Damon
Or the phone that that lame ass
Nigga was kickin' game with
Bobby Hill propane shit, I had the baddest
Fire my supplier was standin' by us, blazin'
So watch me freak it
Peep this fly nigga's uniqueness
I'm leaving em' speechless with some of
This shit that I be speakin'
Wil'n' outa town for the weekend
I'm bouta hit a freakniks swimming thru
Skinny bitches like they beaches


Everywhere I go I get it crackin'
You tryna get with me
Hit me and we can make it happen
I brought it from CalI don't even
Ask me how it happened
Just puff it n' pass it and
Don't be giggling and laughin'
I'm a dastardly bastard that just
Happens to be a rapper
Who was dapper as fuck
Don't really be givin' a fuck for swagger
The lines and the hook I cast is black magic
God dammit n' get up out your seats like
You the last thing standin'