Kanye West - Crack Music Lyrics
Added On: July 26, 2005
| Last Update: August 31, 2006
Crack Music by Kanye West Lyrics
They do really they say it do.
But they don`t yours see they see whats else.They don`t yours less they.
Don`t yours less they do as well.
They see whats else.
They see whats else.
They do as well.
They see whats else.
Don`t yours else.
They are yours less they.
Don`t yours less they see who?
Yours less they ways less they.
They are yours less theys forgets less forgets.Uhh,less that`s forgets thats me,
They ways they see.
Keys on me.
Don`t mamas they see whats less.
They are yours less.
They see whats see.
They are they see theys see they are yours less.
They are yours less they see.
They are they.
Don`t yours less they liars.
They are yours less.
They are yours less they are yours less they don`t yours less they don`t yours less.
They really they are yours less.
They really they are yours less.
Really they are yours less they see.
They are yours less and do.
They are so.
Like somewhere else.
Like somewhere else.
They useally they don`t yours less.
They useally they don`t yours less.
They yours less.
Kanye west they say its no.
[Kanye West]
Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music
{La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh}
[The Game]
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
{La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh}
{La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh}
{La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh}
[Kanye West]
Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music
{La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh}
Our father, give us this day, our daily bread
Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread
See I done did all this ol' bullshit
And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin somethin on the pulpit
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave back, was crack, music
And now we ooze it, through they nooks and crannies
So our mommas ain't got to be they, cooks and nannies
And we gonna everything they ever took from grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks, for Grammy's
This dark diction, has become America's addiction
Those who ain't even black use it
We gon' keep bagging up this here, crack music
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