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spark master tape - leave my crib lyrics

[intro: sample]
yo cuz, come here man
tell me, i got one quiestion for you brother
who is this kid spark?
i was listening to the radio, i heard this tune
it sound like the pink panther, dun dun dun dun, dun dun
this kid was doing the wildest scratching, the wildest rapping
i’m like yo, this is death number 3 on the phone
then it came back cuz, with
dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun
i’m like yo man i’m thinkin im watching tv or what
this is deaf man, who is this kid spark

[hook: spark master tape]
uhh, i don’t even leave my crib …
unless i got my gun with me
uuughhh…
i don’t even leave my house
unless im drunk outta henny, uhh

[verse 1: spark master tape]
i don’t even leave my bed, until a bad b-tch give this k!lla gorilla some head
and i don’t leave the b-tch until the b-tch is so wet
that she gone rock a tampon and i know she ain’t even bled
i’m a motherf-cking ill motherf-cker
that’ll shoot your whole clique on pills motherf-cker
and we take a life for like 4 bills motherf-cker
when we roll through hit the d-mn hills mother-f-cker…
you don’t even know ’bout luck
spark don’t harlem shake until it looks like puffs’
and i won’t come your way unless it looks like us
t-shirt, merchant sales, flows and guns
born with a war torch, score p-ssing
how you doing, pour more than the ???
taping my wife to a godd-mn matres
f-ck a honeymoon, goons in paris
i’ll show ya how it is, b-tch get ratchet
fuego motherf-ckers spark the matchsticks
bagel motherf-cker with a hole in the middle
like a compact disc in my last whip
my team be toking that justin bieber, sipping that potent, spitting that ether
rolling that dope sh-t, smoking with divas in a wife-beater out in colombia
sipping on some beers, got my coca cola and a pack of marlboro reds
moving marcy metal and my blower then i ship ’em out the head
and i dodge your immegration then i sip another beer like ulghhhhhh

[hook]

[verse 2: dat n-gga nug]
look
i don’t ever leave my house, without checking my fresh
i’m checking your b-tch while checking my checks, make sure it add up
i don’t ever leave the booth, without k!lling this sh-t
my flow go and you feeling this sh-t
the popo’s try conceiling this sh-t
but we still in this b-tch, be still in this b-tch
don’t spill henny on the seat of my whip
you jumped up to get beat down and i’m turnt up and this beat pound
to these fake -ss n-ggas tryna be down, my name all over these streets now
my hands all over your freak now when she coming home to get beat down
like uhhh n-gga, what n-gga, don’t conversate with no f-ck n-gga
i rather just chill play the c.o.d. n-gga
b-tch bring the blunt and the girl with ya
roll one up so we can touch the sky, and testify
and we getting fly when we in ny
and we in the lot we twisting up the fire
and you can catch the fade like its tekken 5
everybody tough ’till the weapon fire, and your body fall
cause my clique on pills and we down to ride

[hook]

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