Craig's House - Specifics

Who got my gym pass?

Scoopin this food got a kid mad

If he catch a little thin flab

When he pitch ass

I’m on a sofa, sole foot and toes is on the table

Whole lotta hoes on cable

Hate emcees like i hate hiltons

And i pray that my name mean death too these

Better take a deep breath, skate with the millions

Hey, don’t hate on the flying V

Or the big fish spilling ash to dish mashed

And After this the keef catching flame

Fast get the good silver, lets build a signal to the cook and no filter

Crack a window in the nook and get glowing like a jack-o'-lantern

And ash then, turn it over so the rowboat’ll bit slower

Blastin

Tina -private- dancing

My eyes getting slanted

Laying on the sand for a second, minute

Went up off the swishin Hit me like a tipsy

Typa fish in that position

Swimming in the glass and all of a sudden broke out

Maybe it was just from the fan that’ll blow the smoke out

And Jam Hand wants to go out

Doubt i can remember what i know about the whole damn Cove now

Go to grab grams in the grounds like ghost town

And old house were my man lived and sold

Round the way everyday, every night seems like

Bound to blaze from a pipe and i can’t complain

But its a cycle, some will go out, some will stay in

And promise to change, tomorrow its the same shit again, so

Cut that shit

Muscat dipped

Canadian club

Crush that mic

Layback like

Save this stuff from when changes up

Relatin the tales to youngsters

Thats the way that it was kid

Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages

Kicks splashed with mud

Eight track days is how we got down

Laying the raps around

Way withdrawn

We just jamming at Craig’s

And the last man standing is raw

I got my head in my hands

Laid in the cats cradle

Ten ways i can change my damn fate

Made the same fatal mistake

Instead of handling biz

I handled a J

And addle my brain

Cannabis mist

Blow rings just to get in the grove

So red, you can check it and prove

Echos a legend

And knew tricks when he exhale Left a huge trail

And he left a lotta friends when he jetted

Then it hit us, stretched in a candy cane mint

Glimmer of the lights left up from Christmas

Jammy said which of us didn’t wish it so

And he hit it dead, as a kid wished to sit at home

Now we doing it, and doing it wild

Ani’t as many beauties in the house as outside

Sitting on my booty city cabin fever and really happy as a clam

Micky needa mashed food though

The least we can do is call panago

Even though its damn slow we had dough and a phone

And so it goes, jammin with the folks from the home land

Over jack Daniel’s and a can of coke

Everyday is a equation, and the drugs called

Weed’ll help you skip some

Music will get you through the ones you must solve

G 1000 is this young

Scholar i acknowledge that its tough but mush dog

Rush till you stuck balance, mush, Advance

Or a chalice of gin

In the lab some or dancing with chicks

This is your chance kid mush through the slush

While us old dogs chilling, trade tales from the crypt, so

Cut that shit

Muscat dipped

Canadian club

Crush that mic

Layback like

Save this stuff from when changes up

Relatin the tales to youngsters

Thats the way that it was kid

Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages

Kicks splashed with mud

Eight track days is how we got down

Laying the raps around

Way withdrawn

We just jamming at Craig’s

And the last man standing is raw

So it was me, Insider, Fat Joey, Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane

The Red Team clique

So it was Me, Insider, Fat Joey, Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane

The Red Team six

And when you get high its like a fly type life

Style

A whole generation of us red eyed bent smiling

And bedheaded

Come alive

Only you could do it, true, nobody would do it for you

Get it?