King of Rock - MC Lyte

I knew a girl that couldn’t tell time without a digital clock

She was out on the block slinging rocks

In pursuits of the cream cheese papers

Smoked mad lace and she swung many capers

Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents

But before she made a twenty, ten cent got spent

She smokin' but bad times got good

When she met an OG from the neighborhood

Now all is well, though her life is a living hell

She doesn’t know it, ‘cause her pockets don’t show it

Her nigga complies with all of her wishes

She feels like a queen but looks like a fiend

Know what I mean

She couldn’t get her lips off the pipe not yet

And it won’t last long, wanna make a bet

She smokin' that rock, sellin' that rock

Smokin' and sniffin' and sellin' that rock

Smokin' that rock

There is none higher, higher

I knew a nigga had a car and some weed

He figured this was the only way that he could succeed

He proceed to let the greed prevail

Not long ago he made his very first crack sale

Now he’s large and in charge

He got four, five, six, six, six cars in the garage

It doesn’t matter how he got it

Long as his keys stay heavy and his pockets stay knotted

Whath he didn’t know is he would meet a hoe

Who would smoke sun to sun

I call her verse one

She get that nigga for everything he got

‘Cause she snippin' that and he’s sellin' that

He met her around the way

Smoothe as oil of Olay

He didn’t know what to say

Eventually they would lay

She wanted a hit and I ain’t talkin' ‘bout no smack on the ass

I tried to tell her that the high won’t last

She wouldn’t listen, mind over matter

But her world was shattered

So the matter ruled over her mind

Every time she’s trippin' ain’t a figure of speech

She be trippin' every day of the week

Not only does he want in now he wants to be down

So he snippin' blow too now