Текст и слова песни K Solo – Tales From The Crack Side
Tales From The Crack Side
Tales From The Crack Side
Tales From The Crack Side
I woke up in the morning on a regular day
I knew my man named R would be around my way
I brushed my hair my teeth suddenly I washed my face
Then he came over my house with the drug base
He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe
I write records to rhyme before the rest of the night
I said "R I don't do drugs, or drugs are whack"
And ain't that base drug like a drug, CRACK
He said no Solo, see base is the shit
Girls puff of base, and everybody does it
He left off quick and left me the base and the pipe
And I thought I write a record a rhyme, before I reach night
I said if that's true, but any case
I couldn't wait to write my record after I smoke the base
He left the crib, I heard the telephone
It was my mom telling to watch my sister 'till she gets home
I hung up the phone, with no time to waste
I put my sister in the kitchen so I could smoke the base
It had a funny taste but it didn't taste bad I felt hot
That's when I got my pen and pad
I wrote a rhyme it was funky
I broke in a race
Tales From The Crack Side
Tales From The Crack Side
I woke up in the morning on a regular day
I knew my man named R would be around my way
I brushed my hair my teeth suddenly I washed my face
Then he came over my house with the drug base
He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe
I write records to rhyme before the rest of the night
I said "R I don't do drugs, or drugs are whack"
And ain't that base drug like a drug, CRACK
He said no Solo, see base is the shit
Girls puff of base, and everybody does it
He left off quick and left me the base and the pipe
And I thought I write a record a rhyme, before I reach night
I said if that's true, but any case
I couldn't wait to write my record after I smoke the base
He left the crib, I heard the telephone
It was my mom telling to watch my sister 'till she gets home
I hung up the phone, with no time to waste
I put my sister in the kitchen so I could smoke the base
It had a funny taste but it didn't taste bad I felt hot
That's when I got my pen and pad
I wrote a rhyme it was funky
I broke in a race
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