Crack Music

That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

How we stop the Black Panthers?

Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer

You hear that?

What Gil Scott was hearin'

When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin

Crack raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland

We invested in that, it's like we got Merrill Lynch'd

And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since

Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine

So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it

The fiends cop it, nowadays, they can't tell if

That's that good shit, we ain't sure man

Put the CD on your tongue, yeah, that's pure, man

That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

From the place where the fathers gone

The mothers is hardly home

And the Madigans lock us up in the Audy Home

How the Mexicans say? "We just tryin' to party, holmes"

They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam

Who gave Saddam anthrax?

George Bush got the answers

Back in the hood, it's a different type of chemical

Arm & Hammer baking soda, raised they whole quota

Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove, 'cause-

'Cause, dreams of being Hova

Went from bein' a broke man to bein' a dope man

To bein' the president, look, there's hope, man!

This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks, man

Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin'

And this is the soundtrack

This the type of music that you make when you 'round that

Crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

God, how could you let this happen?

La-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la (uh)

That's that crack music, crack music (la-la-la)

That real black music, black music

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la)

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Uh, that's that crack music, crack music

That real black music, black music (la-la-la-la-la-la)

Our father, give us this day, our daily bread (la-la-la-la-la-la)

Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread

See, I done did all this ol' bullshit

And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin'-somethin' on the pulpit

We took that shit, measured it, and then cooked that shit

And what we gave back was crack music

And now, we ooze it through they nooks and crannies

So our mamas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies

And we gon' repo everything they ever took from granny

Now, the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys

This dark diction has become America's addiction

Those who ain't even Black use it

We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music