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

[Chorus: 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

[Chorus: 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!

[Chorus: 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