Craig's house

[produced by think twice] [verse 1 MC Goldenboy] Who got my gym pass? Scoopin this food got a kid mad If he catch a little thin flab When he pitch ass I'm on a sofa, sole foot and toes is on the table Whole lotta hoes on cable Hate emcees like i hate hiltons And i pray that my name mean death too these Better take a deep breath, skate with the millions Hey, don't hate on the flying V Or the big fish spilling ash to dish mashed And After this the keef catching flame Fast get the good silver, lets build a signal to the cook and no filter Crack a window in the nook and get glowing like a jack-o'-lantern And ash then, turn it over so the rowboat'll bit slower Blastin Tina -private- dancing My eyes getting slanted Laying on the sand for a second, minute Went up off the swishin Hit me like a tipsy Typa fish in that position Swimming in the glass and all of a sudden broke out Maybe it was just from the fan that'll blow the smoke out And Jam Hand wants to go out Doubt i can remember what i know about the whole damn Cove now Go to grab grams in the grounds like ghost town And old house were my man lived and sold Round the way everyday, every night seems like Bound to blaze from a pipe and i can't complain But its a cycle, some will go out, some will stay in And promise to change, tomorrow its the same shit again, so [Chorus] Cut that shit Muscat dipped Canadian club Crush that mic Layback like Save this stuff from when changes up Relatin the tales to youngsters Thats the way that it was kid Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages Kicks splashed with mud Eight track days is how we got down Laying the raps around Way withdrawn We just jamming at Craig's And the last man standing is raw I got my head in my hands Laid in the cats cradle Ten ways i can change my damn fate Made the same fatal mistake Instead of handling biz I handled a J And addle my brain Cannabis mist Blow rings just to get in the grove So red, you can check it and prove Echos a legend And knew tricks when he exhale Left a huge trail And he left a lotta friends when he jetted Then it hit us, stretched in a candy cane mint Glimmer of the lights left up from Christmas Jammy said which of us didn't wish it so And he hit it dead, as a kid wished to sit at home Now we doing it, and doing it wild Ani't as many beauties in the house as outside Sitting on my booty city cabin fever and really happy as a clam Micky needa mashed food though The least we can do is call panago Even though its damn slow we had dough and a phone And so it goes, jammin with the folks from the home land Over jack Daniel's and a can of coke Everyday is a equation, and the drugs called Weed'll help you skip some Music will get you through the ones you must solve G 1000 is this young Scholar i acknowledge that its tough but mush dog Rush till you stuck balance, mush, Advance Or a chalice of gin In the lab some or dancing with chicks This is your chance kid mush through the slush While us old dogs chilling, trade tales from the crypt, so [Chorus] Cut that shit Muscat dipped Canadian club Crush that mic Layback like Save this stuff from when changes up Relatin the tales to youngsters Thats the way that it was kid Bring the drip, brains that rip, pages Kicks splashed with mud Eight track days is how we got down Laying the raps around Way withdrawn We just jamming at Craig's And the last man standing is raw So it was me, Insider, Fat Joey, Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane The Red Team clique So it was Me, Insider, Fat Joey, Jammy Hand and Micky with Charles shane The Red Team six And when you get high its like a fly type life Style A whole generation of us red eyed bent smiling And bedheaded Come alive Only you could do it, true, nobody would do it for you Get it?