Cracka Songtext
von Adam Calhoun

Aw, hell, I think he trippin′, dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
You can talk shit but you ain't gonna run on him
′Cause he gon' walk 'em down
Say they want beef, you can get it by the pound

I grew up watchin′ my idols, they were rockin′ gold chains
Better keep your cool, lose my top, Cobain
Watch that shotty go bang, light it with a flame
When I add some propane, send his body both ways
I came up hearin' music talkin′ 'bout drugs and women
Get the money, fuck the bitches like the Soundstar division
Went out to the hood rappin′ with a couple niggas

Been out to the country with my grandpa fishin'
I was raised in a trailer, in a subdivision
Always dealt with shit but never had a pot to piss in
This is my life, how you tell me what I′m isn't?
Liquor bottle half full, always stayin' optimistic


Aw, hell, I think he trippin′, dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
You can talk shit but you ain′t gonna run on him
'Cause he gon′ walk 'em down
Say they want beef, you can get it by the pound

Aw, hell, I think he trippin′, dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
Aw, hell, I think he trippin' dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
Aw, hell, I think he trippin′ dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
Aw, hell, I think he trippin' dawg
He gon' walk ′em down

Be careful you can get it, the Smith and causing division
Between your chest and your liver, leave you split like two bitches
Fightin′ over the tip for dinner, ain't a killer but don′t push me
I'ma run it fourth and inches


That chopper got a stick like a hockey player
Say I ran, Asalam alaykum
You a fan, you just isolatin′
Actin' like a bitch, you just ovulatin′, kinda blatant
Got no patience, should've seen the last guy layin'
On the doctor′s table, hands shakin′, playin' Operation
Ain′t no hand shakin', here′s a mirror, I think it's time to face it
Fuck the topic of discussion, no debatin′
I'm that motherfucker when it comes to y'all′s conversations

Aw, hell, I think he trippin′ dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
You can talk shit but you ain't gonna run on him
′Cause he gon' walk ′em down
Say they want beef, you can get it by the pound

Aw, hell, I think he trippin' dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
Aw, hell, I think he trippin′ dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
Aw, hell, I think he trippin' dawg
Cracker got a gun on him
Aw, hell, I think he trippin' dawg
He gon′ walk ′em down