Peedi Crakk - Ring the Alarm lyrics

[Freeway] Za-za za-za-za za-za [Omillio Sparks] I gotta snap on this one daddy!! [Peedi Crakk] Oh! Now clap for me mami... Just clap for me mami... [Freeway] I know a little bit I only know the dirty words... [Peedi Crakk] Holla at yo f**in dog! No benz, No ice, just me in the hooptie Holdin the toolie, everything calm and cooly Got all these chicks tryin to screw me Gimmie the coochie, s**m runnin all down her Guccis Alot changed since smoke in the crime Holdin my mama in the court sayin "f** you ya honor!" Fitted, fresh, jersey as well Rocafella Nam'sayin on my black and white shells In too deep, n***as still got beef Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets Still, wearin my best wit a fresh white tee Four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips gone skeet you So sweet, that I don't lose no sleep Miss no meals, this guy eats without no deal Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor High like a pilot shirt, foot like a seller, whoa!! Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my waterbed Feelin' like a skylark next to your daughter head Oh I forgot, bigga n***a probably bought her here Got her drunk, talkin all the sh** a who*e wanna hear I just, f** em', buck em' wit the lights on Let her know it's nuthin, crush em' wit my night saw Bout to get my flight on, charter or train Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the game Far as the change, just bustin' my checks Duckin my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex Now how the f** you get all that?? [Chrous repeat 2x] Ring the alarm! Another hater's dying Oh boy, aye! Ring the alarm! When my gauge is firing co*k back, dump on You and your moms [Omillio Sparks] You co*ks**er's got hate in ya blood Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the co*ked desi-eagle in yo mug I rock, like MTV unplugged Let the M-1 rock one of you f**s I gives a f** about who catches a slug or who tells Cuz the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a f** who out Pricks still talkin measly, still talkin greasy The "ROC" is rocked up and sold out Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout My guns go "Blakow!" Don't make me put the co*ked nine right in front of yo eyes And make y'all f**s co*k-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish) Who the f** can f** wit B. Sieg, Free and Omillio? You young boys back up, while the trucks back out When the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the f** out I bring clappers, get yo boys clapped up, f**er! (R-O-C..) Holla! [Hook 2x] [Freeway] Freeway bust shots, it don't matter who Can't even hug the block if I'm mad at you Takin turns comin thru that's what my n***as do Takin' turns inside yo chick that's what my click will do Dark room, Cancun, spanish interview Wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to meet you All, damn day I got some dick for her No, way I never got no chips for her Any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the week Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week Guest ran thru sleep, got young n***as willing to grind On your block wit a package of sweet Cuz Free not stuck up See me anywhere, won't get stuck up Keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off Toss them underwear, who those? my balls Come from under there Freeway, a boss don't you wanna stare? Haters, get lost don't you understand? sh** spit, be real don't you see these guns? f** the, ice grill don't you see these dudes? We from the ghetto, and they don't like our attitude Mami say I'm loco, she don't like my attitude (Holla!) [Hook 2x]