Crambodia (feat. Amanda Blank & Ghostface Killah)

Gucci black banana boat, got bananarama blow

(Yeah what that mean?) that means I got a lot of coke

Patron with chicka pro, packofrats, he's a pro

You was just a so and so, nigga, nobody know

Just a local zero, nobody's hero

No body's child please knock this nigga out

Rap niggas we hit 'em like we kimbo

And they kinfolk, yo homey get so simple

Crambodia romeo, it's a rodeo

Roll 'em up, these soco ass, seven hundred club like

Oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh, ali-ali-ali-free

Plus we loving weed, can't seem to get enough of thee

P little, we wear it well like el debarge

Yo, homey, you call those crews a squad?

Go home, go home, come back tomorrow when you got the dope hook-up, push it

Niggas ain't fit it, no shame, the name shit it

It's j-o-n rain on 'em, or it's pimp, man, the same kid's

Sleeping in the club, I snuck in the back way

Took a nap, all you muthafuckas get the gas face

So grab the ashtray, I'm bout to celebrate

It's saturday, and I'm not dead or celebate

On an elephant, holding my dick in quicksand

Man, that crambodia, will grab a hold of you quick

And never let go, stomp your face like a death show

It's a different world, dwayne wayne's got the best blow

And dress clothes by espo on the best for

Like flight 93, yo let's roll, spank rock in the headphones

Coke and wet, yo wet and coke

I'll do it til I'm fifty and broke, for a 20 and smoke

It's plenty dope, anybody wanna know about it

Tell 'em ask bombadillo, he'll show him about it

I'm the first lady up, acid wise and decks

Like texas sex, ya'll muthafuckas think rock can't jive

And dress up fans, kick stands and fake tans

Bubblegum a little tongue, I put a strap on for my man

I'm alright, nor can I block on fake nails and fucking

How this bitch get the remix, which electronic's dick she sucking

One said don't know nothing, always bitching about something

Laugh my ass off to the bank, ya'll can keep on fronting

Thinking I don't know my place, like yo this little girl's bugging

Said she save her old face for ghostface, his loving

I'm that chicken, I'm the shit, I'm getting too big for my britches

B-I-g-g-e-s-t, c-u-n-t of all the bitches

B-I-g-g-e-s-t, c-u-n-t of all the bitches

This pussy's powerful like whoa, I'm gon' wake up tommy lee

The way the metal has these strippers all over me

I roll with l-I-t-t-l-e plastic

We writes classic rhymes for all the bad kids

And all the crazy ladies, for derelict men like kool ken

I fucking kick out my bed

No for real, son, get the fuck out my bed

This slang baby, come si dice, and make it look it easy

I'm breaking noise, popping pcps, so roll the greasy

Roll us, scuff our tennis up, they flee the g's

From philly, electronic babies they took over your city

Put it down, back and downtown, no one your les

All off a booger suga mama, with a packofrats

I raise a bar, push the highlight smoke

Then these art faggy niggas run up and got ghost

Sucka nigga pop star, we just lick g

First to look freaky, sheek and skinny jeans

Seen reading magazine, push looking in

Never on it, the brooklyn accents, authentic back shit, bitch

It's bulletproof round three, pull out my pee-pee

And pee-pee pon your front teeth

Offer you a sweet g and be about my business

These underground rap niggas sound so leaky

And I'm rapped ziplock, without the jock strap

That's balls to the wall, dog, drag race rap

Huh, you niggas doing laps

Like dogs in the park looking for a scooby snack

Getting nowhere fast, so sick, oooh ooh sit

And be a good bitch, it's the fungus prince of wonderland

Dipping in a brandywine man of more

Floating on my back blowing purple smoke

Looking way iller than your neighborhood crip again

Filling it, til ya papa and your mama got that feeling again

And we dancing on a ceiling

Crooklyn, up to buck it, niggas momma having fun in your house

While you out buying something for your kids to eat

We cat or maury thugging these bitches and they sticking to my cock and pause it

Crooklyn, up to buck it, niggas momma having fun in your house

While you out buying something for your kids to eat

We cat or maury thugging these bitches and they sticking to my cock and pause it

Yo, sit back and watch me gleam like oxyclean

Getting six sick bitches but the drop is mean

Draped in furs and lenin, hard denim, the god's winning

Looking fresh to death like john lennon

The waves spinning, dark gucci frames, cover my grill

Catch me in the tabloids, feeling sharp as a quill

My neck is heavy, my wrist got a mind of it's own

Take a look and get blinded by the size of this stone

Diamonds is flawless, son, I'm like the stars in orbit

Historic imported jewels, that's the reason I brought it

Black bubble beam, lay back and buckle in

Keep money stacks that overlap like double chins

I, guzzle gin, go back and double twins

Told her friends, that a late nigga's for a couple innings

This is theodore, make no mistakes about it

We buy the bar out, even when the shit ain't crowded