Temporary Relief - Peedi Crakk, Sparks

Yea, uhhh

SP, Peedi muthafuckin Crack

CPR

Every time I’m in the buildin', they feelin' me all crazy

Just made a million and spent it with yo lady

Re-coupin, chilled then V couped it

White Nikes duke swoosh shit that’s how I do shit

Listen to my new shit

It’s way betta than that dirt that yall producing nigga

Been hood rich been doin good, shit for a minute

Naw I ain’t finished I need that GT Bent, I can see me all in it (all in it)

Couple TV’s breezin' light tinted

SP representa

Logo husky on the fender nigga

Ya I’m back like I live in this bitch

I bought a gat, a couple ounces of lick

It’s P. Crack, ain’t nuttin' changed

I’ll burn a pound in this bitch

And for my change, I’ll bust a round in this bitch

SP prince of prop, put my crown on my shit

My hand in a brick

I’m runnin' wit the ROC and my handle is sick

Biatch

Nigga, nigga.

Cuz every time I’m on my grind it’s like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)

Ok, ok and they run up and bust (up and bust. up and bust)

Cuz every time on my grind It’s like gangstas fuckin' wit us (wit us)

Nigga. nigga

Crakk in the kitchen, position with hot agua

Caliente yay bubble like hot lava

Coke problem ho. and my revolver knows.

About the size of ok coral ohhhh.

Factious bastard mashed with the mattic

Half black, half Hispanic, you all faggot

Blast gat, trash that, metal with the side and back at it

Jackrabbit style no condom, no one behind him

Gangstas designed him

Shined him, refined him, thanks for the fine wine, nigga

Peedi Crakk holla back no problem

Them thousand stacks, have it back in an hour

Hit the block with powder, like shower to shower

Stop all that nonsense boy

I got you sniffin' on that Johnson & Johnson crack. holla. nigga

They say its a white man’s world (white man’s world)

I’m steady shootin' at my own kind rather fuck the next man’s girl

Instead of going home to mine with a polluted mind

I guess going nuts others saw how they get down

Picked up on the game and left behind follow the sign

I kept my head to the sky even when I was down like everything was fine

Kept a smile (smile nigga)

Like the first day I was introduced to dinin'

And got to sipping and thinking all sorts of shit start going through my mind

Like State Prop. get it on until the end of time

The strength is in the numbers then I started thinking bout all them little

bustas

That done crossed the motherfucka got to peeking at my burner

Snatch my keys off the dresser ran through the door and I hopped up in the

squada

Started creeping through the heat of the night on these jokers

Don’t I paint the perfect picture that’s how the boy get down for the figures

Holla back nigga