| 歌曲 | Time To Check My Crackhouse |
| 歌手 | Master P |
| 专辑 | Ice Cream Man |
| 作词 : Master P | |
| Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse | |
| [verse 1] | |
| The p rat a tat | |
| It's time to start checkin' shit | |
| I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with | |
| Man get that mack-11 | |
| It's time for some drama | |
| Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma | |
| Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4 | |
| I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy | |
| You bitches better break me off my money cuz i'm crazy | |
| Girl you ain't got my cash | |
| You won't see your baby | |
| Put my dope in the baggies i mean the bundle up | |
| Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up | |
| 50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue | |
| Remember when i walk on the set | |
| Bitch i'm gonna leave you dumb | |
| Break me off my cash | |
| I ain't takin' no shorts | |
| I'm aimin' that tek-9 right at your heart | |
| Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead | |
| I'm ready to kill bitch | |
| I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with | |
| I'm kickin' doors down | |
| Tryna' get my money | |
| Leavin' fiends on the ground | |
| Face down like dummies | |
| You better have the cash | |
| Or your ass in the body bag | |
| Killa murda muthafucka | |
| I ain't runnin' from the tads | |
| Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat | |
| I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back | |
| You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits | |
| That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit | |
| Call me the black rambo | |
| Cuz i don't give a fuck | |
| And just like my boy said | |
| Yo ass got plucked | |
| You shoulda came right with my money | |
| You started smokin' | |
| That's why i had to break you off some tokens | |
| So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch | |
| I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with | |
| Tha m-a-ster to the muthafuckin' p | |
| And i ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my d | |
| [chorus x 4] | |
| [verse 2] | |
| Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe | |
| One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake | |
| I played it all like it was fuckin good g | |
| That's when i told my man | |
| Hit 'em with the oozi! | |
| That's it | |
| 1-2-times rat a tatta | |
| One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater | |
| But i ain't even trippin' | |
| Gotta show them i ain't fakin' | |
| Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon | |
| I started counting my dope | |
| Everything was cool black | |
| Headed to the front | |
| Got them fiends walkin' in the back | |
| I ain't even trippin' | |
| Ain't no time to serve these fiends | |
| I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys | |
| Headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up | |
| Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro | |
| Think i see the rollers behind me through the rear-view | |
| But i ain't even trippin' cuz i ran through clear view | |
| Stopped at egg-zone tried to get some gas | |
| That's when i see two robbers on my ass | |
| Played it all cold | |
| Told b to get that pistol | |
| Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle | |
| I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour | |
| I ain't scarface but got the money and the power | |
| They call me nino brown | |
| Or fuckin' frank nitty | |
| But if you come up short | |
| There's gonna be some shit up in my city | |
| [chorus x 4] | |
| Am i my brothers keep (x 6) |
| zuò cí : Master P | |
| Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse | |
| verse 1 | |
| The p rat a tat | |
| It' s time to start checkin' shit | |
| I' m the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with | |
| Man get that mack11 | |
| It' s time for some drama | |
| Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma | |
| Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4 | |
| I' m bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy | |
| You bitches better break me off my money cuz i' m crazy | |
| Girl you ain' t got my cash | |
| You won' t see your baby | |
| Put my dope in the baggies i mean the bundle up | |
| Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up | |
| 50' s in my mouth got my goddamn tongue | |
| Remember when i walk on the set | |
| Bitch i' m gonna leave you dumb | |
| Break me off my cash | |
| I ain' t takin' no shorts | |
| I' m aimin' that tek9 right at your heart | |
| Ain' t no fuckin' return from the dead | |
| I' m ready to kill bitch | |
| I' m the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with | |
| I' m kickin' doors down | |
| Tryna' get my money | |
| Leavin' fiends on the ground | |
| Face down like dummies | |
| You better have the cash | |
| Or your ass in the body bag | |
| Killa murda muthafucka | |
| I ain' t runnin' from the tads | |
| Ratatattat is the sound from my gat | |
| I told you muthafuckas that you won' t be coming back | |
| You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits | |
| That' s why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit | |
| Call me the black rambo | |
| Cuz i don' t give a fuck | |
| And just like my boy said | |
| Yo ass got plucked | |
| You shoulda came right with my money | |
| You started smokin' | |
| That' s why i had to break you off some tokens | |
| So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch | |
| I' m gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with | |
| Tha master to the muthafuckin' p | |
| And i ain' t takin' no shorts with ya' ll niggas with my d | |
| chorus x 4 | |
| verse 2 | |
| Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe | |
| One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake | |
| I played it all like it was fuckin good g | |
| That' s when i told my man | |
| Hit ' em with the oozi! | |
| That' s it | |
| 12times rat a tatta | |
| One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater | |
| But i ain' t even trippin' | |
| Gotta show them i ain' t fakin' | |
| Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon | |
| I started counting my dope | |
| Everything was cool black | |
| Headed to the front | |
| Got them fiends walkin' in the back | |
| I ain' t even trippin' | |
| Ain' t no time to serve these fiends | |
| I got 40 g' s and two fuckin' keys | |
| Headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up | |
| Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro | |
| Think i see the rollers behind me through the rearview | |
| But i ain' t even trippin' cuz i ran through clear view | |
| Stopped at eggzone tried to get some gas | |
| That' s when i see two robbers on my ass | |
| Played it all cold | |
| Told b to get that pistol | |
| Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle | |
| I wen' t back to the house and my homie want some flour | |
| I ain' t scarface but got the money and the power | |
| They call me nino brown | |
| Or fuckin' frank nitty | |
| But if you come up short | |
| There' s gonna be some shit up in my city | |
| chorus x 4 | |
| Am i my brothers keep x 6 |