Teksty: Freeway. Ring The Alarm.

[Freeway]

za-za za-za-za za-za



[Omillio Sparks]

I gotta snap on this one daddy!!



[Peedi Crakk]

Oh! Now clap for me mami...

Just clap for me mami...



[Freeway]

I know a little bit

I only know the dirty words...



[Peedi Crakk]

Holla at yo fuckin dog!

No benz, No ice, just me in the hooptie

holdin the toolie, everything calm and cooly

Got all these chicks tryin to screw me

Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her goochie (woman moans)

Alot changed since smoke in the crime

Holdin my mama in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"



[Freeway]

Yeah Crakk!!



[Peedi Crakk]

Fitted, fresh, jersey as well

Rocafella denim stains on my black and white shells

In too deep, niggaz still got beef

Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets

Still, wearin my best wit a fresh white tee

four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips gone skeet you

So sweet, that I don't lose no sleep

miss no meals, look how I eat without no deal

Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor

I be in a pilot shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!

Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my waterbed

feelin' like a scholor all to your daughter head

Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her here

got her drunk, told her all the shit a whore wanna hear

I just, fuck em', buck em' wit the lights on

let her know it's nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on

Bout to get my flight on, charter or train

Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the game

Far as the change, just bustin' my checks

Duckin my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex

Now how the fuck you get all that??



[Chrous repeat 2x]

Ring the alarm!

another hater's dying

oh boy, aye!




Ring the alarm!

when my gauge is firing

cock back, dump on

you and your moms



[Omillio Sparks]

You cocksucker's got hate in ya blood

Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug

I rock, like MTV unplugged

let the M-1 rock one of you fucks

I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who tells

'cause the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out

pricks still talkin measly, still talkin greasy

the "ROC" is rocked up and sold out

Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout

my guns go "Blakow!"

Don't make me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes

and make y'all fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)

Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and Omillio?

You young boys back up, while the trucks back out

when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the fuck out

I bring clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!



[Chorus 2x]



[Freeway]

Freeway bust shots, it don't matter who

can't even hug the block if i'm mad at you

takin turns comin thru that's what my niggaz do

takin' turns inside yo chick that's what my click will do

dark room, Cancun, spanish interview

wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to meet you

All, damn day I got some dick for her

No, way I never got no chips for her

any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the week

Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week

guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind

on your block wit a package of sweet

(Starts singing)

'cause Free not stuck up

See me anywhere, won't get stuck up

keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off

toss them underwear, who those? my balls

come from under there

Freeway, a boss don't you wanna stare?

Haters, get lost don't you understand?

shit spit, be real don't you see these guns?

fuck the, ice grill don't you see these dudes?

we from the ghetto, and they don't like our attitude

mami say I'm loco, she don't like my attitude (Holla!)



[Chorus 2x]