Specifics - Craig's House lyrics

Who got my gym pass?
Scoopin this food got a kid mad
If he catch a little thin flab
When he pitch ass i'm on a sofa
Sole foot and toes is on the table
Whole lotta hoes on cable
Hate emcees like i hate hiltons
And i pray that my name mean death too these
Better take a deep breath
Skate with the millions
Hey, don't hate on the flying V
Or the big fish spilling ash to dish mashed
And After this the keef catching flame
Fast get the good silver
Let's build a signal to the
Cook and no filter
Crack a window in the nook and
Get glowing like a jack-o' lantern
And ash then
Turn it over so the rowboat'll bit slower
Blastin tina -private- dancing


My eyes getting slanted
Laying on the sand for a second, minute
Went up off the swishin Hit me like a tipsy
Typa fish in that position
Swimming in the glass and all
Of a sudden broke out
Maybe it was just from the fan
That'll blow the smoke out
And Jam Hand wants to go out
Doubt i can remember what i know
About the whole damn Cove now
Go to grab grams in the
Grounds like ghost town
And old house were my man lived and sold
Round the way everyday
Every night seems like
Bound to blaze from a pipe
And i can't complain
But, it's a cycle, some will go out
Some will stay in
And promise to change, tomorrow it's
The same shit again, so

Cut that shit muscat dipped
Canadian club crush that mic layback like
Save this stuff from when changes up
Relatin the tales to youngsters
Thats the way that it was kid
Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages
Kicks splashed with mud
Eight track days is how we got down
Laying the raps around way withdrawn
We just jamming at Craig's
And the last man standing is raw

I got my head in my hands
Laid in the cats cradle
Ten ways i can change my damn fate
Made the same fatal mistake
Instead of handling biz i handled a J
And addle my brain cannabis mist
Blow rings just to get in the grove
So red, you can check it and prove
Echos a legend
And knew tricks when he exhale
Left a huge trail
And he left a lotta friends when he jetted
Then it hit us
Stretched in a candy cane mint
Glimmer of the lights left up from Christmas
Jammy said which of us didn't wish it so
And he hit it dead
As a kid wished to sit at home
Now we doing it, and doing it wild
Ani't as many beauties in
The house as outside
Sitting on my booty city cabin fever
And really happy as a clam
Micky needa mashed food though
The least we can do is call panago
Even though it's damn slow we
Had dough and a phone and so it goes
Jammin with the folks from the home land
Over jack Daniel's and a can of coke
Everyday is a equation, and the drugs called
Weed'll help you skip some
Music will get you through the
Ones you must solve g 1000 is this young
Scholar i acknowledge that it's
Tough but mush dog
Rush till you stuck balance, mush, Advance
Or a chalice of gin
In the lab some or dancing with chicks
This is your chance kid
Mush through the slush
While us old dogs chilling, trade
Tales from the crypt, so

Cut that shit muscat dipped
Canadian club crush that mic layback like
Save this stuff from when changes up
Relatin the tales to youngsters
Thats the way that it was kid
Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages
Kicks splashed with mud
Eight track days is how we got down
Laying the raps around way withdrawn
We just jamming at Craig's
And the last man standing is raw

So it was me, Insider, Fat Joey
Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane
The Red Team clique
So it was Me, Insider, Fat Joey
Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane
The Red Team six and when you get high it's
Like a fly type life style
A whole generation of us
Red eyed bent smiling and bedheaded
Come alive only you could do it, true
Nobody would do it for you get it?