crisis they knew had to come, why do they act so surprised? you know they've been warned often enough, we wont take any more lies. And this is the crisis
get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from
[ANDY SAMBERG] After the club is the after party After the party is the hotel lobby After that, you know it's diamond Cris And after that, I say, 'Excuse
where your ribs at Get money with my Hangmen, split that Come thick when we show those guns Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn Ride all night drink cris til
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the
ya'll Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp No more of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt Can't work, same dirt I thought
out Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the work For the buildings or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
drag MC's Beat 'em down to they knees Grab your necks and squeeze Til there's no life left, they lifeless Then micless, what a crisis I give them a
[Intro: ludacris] Ooooh you feel that as i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy and we
you move those jawz, oh Lord For you I'll be out on a search Damn you look good in ya blouse and ya skirts But we got to be careful when we out doin' dirt
stickin Showin me tits like they Janet Drivin a stick is a standard When you sit in the porsche Of Course the wrist is on force I put the Cris' in of
not broken. The price I pay for vision, I'm not broken. After all, what can one see with blind open eyes. I'm in exile. Eaten the dirt from my own grave
s what'cha After, they deserve Oscars they all actors. (Chorus) (Outro) Yeah, it's Crisis man, y'all got a problem man, the game is in A state of crisis
a little flesh, let me see you ma Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go, he?s a chi chi man Put some Cris on your tits, rub
fuck up when they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up outta you
