Correction Lyrics Crack Party by Del the Funky Homosapien

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Cheese, peso, mad dinero
Tell 'em put the money in my hand like a sparrow
All cash, no cards, no terro
I can see a fortune in my future like a pharoah
That girl in American apparel
Guess it ain't tricking if you got her on a payroll
Especially if she let you smash like a tomato
Especially if she got a a** like J-Lo

She got her name from J-Ro, I ain't here to lay low
I was born to stay high, fitted like a halo
King James Kato, kick the truth, ayo
Sip a lick wick but I need another plate though

Uh, ay, what's the ratio? Circling the radio
High rate the flow, still raking in the dough (Whoa)
You think you really know? I don't really think so
Why do everything look dope in slow-mo?

Sitting down my 40, tell a story, I'd like to
About this girl named "blah blah blah" back in my high school
I'd be laughing, "Ha ha ha" when I would slide through
Rubbing on her ta-ta-tas and her thick thighs too
I'm just a fly fool, real players in my crew
Serving chickens all out Wednesday night like a drive-through
Liable to fight you for staring at my groove
Failed a drug test for every job I applied to
Uh, it's delightful, somebody tell the maestro
To turn it up, I'm hella high with my eyes closed
Evel Knievel on a motorcycle
East Oakland is the time zone, donut, sideshow
Smoke the peace pipe, tribal and I know
It's coming back around like we spinning a vinyl
Eyes low cause I'm high bro
Who riding with lights low? Is you ducking 5-0?

Man, hell no, I don't f**k with po, I just f**kin flow
Just tryna find a cypher just so I can kick another flow
Brothers know, suckers don't, I'm just here to f**k with hoes
Then I run into the motherf**ker really busting flows like Del

N***a it's on, bigger with Bron
Signal left, right hook the motherf**ker who step in my lane
F**k nostalgia, n***a, I'm here now
And the here-and-now has just past but hear me out
I used to see J-Ro at Street Knowledge Studios
Freestyling, I don't think he know I was on shroomy-poes
Today's age where fools be so sensitive
About what you say, it just show me what a b*t*h they is
I rap for fun, out on the street
Late at night when y'all sleep when the jackers hunt
Get back, watch URL 'til I pa** out
Alone, f**k hoes, they be tryna cash out
I'm a scientist with this sh*t, don't laugh now
We gon see who's still around by the last round
For those that believe that rules should be broken
You can't break 'em if your dumb a** don't know 'em
Damn!
You straight b*t*h! Ha

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