Crick In My Neck

Various Artists

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Crick In My Neck Song Lyrics
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
'Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my windows tinted?
Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'ma fuck her 'til the springs break

Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winning
In my four-door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me three thousand
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour

First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that hoe a ring, it was for her pinky
Uh, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black Phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it
Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders

And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail

You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye
But they yellin'...

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement

Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along

Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashin' the chrome
I'm waving the TEC, Tity sprayin' the MAC
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin' in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!

Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence
If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence

For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that motherfuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell 'em)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the motherfuckers in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up?
Nigga, talk to yo' nigga
Ay, my fuckin' Jesus piece (woo)
Ay, ay, ay, nigga, nigga look at ya boy, look at ya boy

Ay, nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes though
Nigga they got diamonds in it, nigga iced out
Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga
Ay, don't ever question my religion
I just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga
You see it, ay, ay, ay, real quick, real quick, look at his headband (ooh)

Nigga, nigga look it, look at ya boy, nigga

Ay, nigga I put the fuckin' rubies around a nigga fuckin' joint nigga

Yo, chill here come Kanye, shut up don't
Let me turn my piece around
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