Joell Ortiz – Crack Spot lyrics

Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!

Don't tell me that it's ?
Baby boy, you on the grind, find a back block
Cop a hoopty, go see Louie for a stash spot
I'm posted up until they come and get this last rock
I toast it up wit' my niggas on the strip wit' me
? for my good niggas, that's history
Man, i don't check the mail without that fifth wit' me
It's sixteen in that thing and it spit fully!
We out here runnin' from the man, duckin' all them vans
Takin' care of all the homies stuck up in the can
Sittin' in somebody kitchen cuttin' up these grams
If you ain't never seen it, boy you wouldn't understand
Safe in that stash house tuckin' all them bands
Hoodrats watchin' but we pluckin on they hens
Money over hoes, nigga G's up
Lawyer money, pocket money and that re-up

Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Fiends runnin' back and forth to get these blacktops
Jackpot, i run the crack spot
Nobody leavin' 'til the finished wit' that last rock

Ain't a damn thing change, I'm out here gettin' change
It's a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain
The hood know my name, boy and my shit ring
Since I don't play no games, boy I let that shit ring
It's rules to this shit, a step by step booklet
To get yo' game on track, not yo' wig pushed back
Yeah I make that coke leave, then make that shit come back
I'm Fat Joe on that stove, gotta get, cook, crack!
I'm tryna get it, let some fiends hit it
Let 'em lean wit' it, make sure they Bean wit' it
If they become a Rocket, then we Hakeem wit' it
Post up e'rywhere and let that Dream wit' it
Hurricane Sandy, I flood the scene wit' it
Yo' white girl dirty, my baby clean wit' it
Environmentalists, I'm gettin' green wit' it
And it's never over when everything's finished

Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Fiends runnin' back and forth to get these blacktops
Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Nobody leavin' 'til they finished with that last rock

I see you gettin' paper, see you out here trappin'
But if you ain't on my team, anything can happen
I ain't out here rappin' to be rappin'
I'm rappin' cause this is the new way of trappin'
Baby boy, I get it crackin'
Get ya head busted, get ya face smacked in
Ya boy so hood, my old lady packin'
Anyway, back to that trap, I ain't slackin'
Just got a new package and broke it into fractions!
Got the block jumpin', Blake Griffen action
You got 'em like CP3, they all passin'
You ain't got that fire, you sellin' wet matches
I don't sell duds, e'rybody blasted
Don't hate me homie, don't hate the game
Hate yo' connect homie, he gave you the 'caine
Or maybe it's yo' wack whip game that's to blame
Or maybe it's just me motherfucker, I do my thaaang!

Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Fiends runnin' back and forth to get these blacktops
Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Nobody leavin' 'til they finished with that last rock