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Crack Spot (Explicit)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Crack Spot (Explicit) fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 2006 por Def Jam Recordings como parte del álbum Fishscale (Expanded Edition)
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 2006
Sello discográficoDef Jam Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM79

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Autoría
L. Brown
L. Brown
Autoría
Art Posey
Art Posey
Autoría
Josef Powell
Josef Powell
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
CrackVal
CrackVal
Producción
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Ingeniería de grabación
Nikos Teneketzis
Nikos Teneketzis
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dyre Gormsen
Dyre Gormsen
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente

Letra

Aiyyo, make sure y'all turn that water down
What y'all watchin over there?
Is that the Honeymooner marathon?
That shit been on all night right?
Alright
I smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the safe
Woodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste
He reached for his pipe, pulled his sleeves up
Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you
His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe
He's bleedin fatal, he smile like it’s alright
Told Trife to get us some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife
Tell her to chill, feed her some white
I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw
Ol' Dirty dropped his straw, he put his fronts back
And snatched up his coke napkin, with thick snots hangin from his nose
Had Woodrow bitch on the floor laughin
Goodness gracious, Tony god
Put away the Frosted Flakes, you're killin us
The residue from the last batch be always straight
Got my son check spent five, stayed in the house look I lost weight
See that was Crime at the door, he got mad
And I don't give a fuck what he got
**** can't keep comin up here, this the spot
Aiyyo Crime you know the spot be pumpin, pardon me
Plus I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin
**** probably think that Starks be frontin
Cause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin
Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck high as fuck
Told him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck
Every fiend that walk through the door, check if he wired up
No shorts, only give him a play if he buy enough
Cop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem
Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm
Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam
She popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man
He came through sellin his TV's (Yeah)
X-Box and PlayStation 3, all he wanted was three
Big Frankenstein holdin his MB's
Socks hangin out, followin me
I'm tryin to hide from the D's, ****
Written by: Art Posey, Dennis Coles, Josef Powell, L. Brown
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