Cracker Ass Fantastic Songtext
von Dirt Nasty
Cracker Ass Fantastic Songtext
I fell in love with a gangsta bitch
A chola chick that′ll shank yo dick
Bitch from the other sida town
I live in the hills, she's from South Central
And she got a tattoo on her neck, of lady Guadalupe holdin her tits
I met her up at the Del Taco
I said′you hella fine'
She said 'You el Guapo′
She was like ′I don't date crackers or actors′
Matter of fact: I'm a rapper
I thought she′d never get with me
But she saw me on cribs rappin with Mickey
I put a hickey on her titties
Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me
At the barbeque I stood out
I was the only woodpecker in the mother fuckin crowd
Cracker ass fantastic, That's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that′s me
Cracker ass fantastic
Word hit the street
So I slap boxed her cousin
At the Jack in the Box by the Inglewood Forum
Straight got my ass beat
But I still hit them ass cheeks, uh
She taught me how to load the glock
And she taught me how to fold my socks
So I taught her how to hold my cock
And I told her, you could quit your job at Ross, baby
Kuz now you with the #1 gringo
No more Doritos or frozen burritos
Have you ever been to Fred Segel's?
$30 salad with a bottle of vino
You could play with my dick under the table
I got the tip covered... Thank you
Dirt Nasty's El Fuego
That means I′m on fire baby
Like Waco
Cracker ass fantastic, That′s me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic
Word hit the street
I think I hear wedding bells,
And I don′t give a fuck that a fish taco smells
She stole a Chavelle
That's what she told me when she wrote me from jail
She Oakland as hell
Raiders hat to the back
Gold Gazelles
Centerfold, Lowrider mag
Other crackers jack it to picture of her ass
She thinks I′m a asshole
Kuz I can't eat her out without using Tabasco
Mommy looked saucy in a poncho
When she dumped my ass at the Pomona car show
Cracker ass fantastic, That′s me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic
Word hit the street
A chola chick that′ll shank yo dick
Bitch from the other sida town
I live in the hills, she's from South Central
And she got a tattoo on her neck, of lady Guadalupe holdin her tits
I met her up at the Del Taco
I said′you hella fine'
She said 'You el Guapo′
She was like ′I don't date crackers or actors′
Matter of fact: I'm a rapper
I thought she′d never get with me
But she saw me on cribs rappin with Mickey
I put a hickey on her titties
Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me
At the barbeque I stood out
I was the only woodpecker in the mother fuckin crowd
Cracker ass fantastic, That's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that′s me
Cracker ass fantastic
Word hit the street
So I slap boxed her cousin
At the Jack in the Box by the Inglewood Forum
Straight got my ass beat
But I still hit them ass cheeks, uh
She taught me how to load the glock
And she taught me how to fold my socks
So I taught her how to hold my cock
And I told her, you could quit your job at Ross, baby
Kuz now you with the #1 gringo
No more Doritos or frozen burritos
Have you ever been to Fred Segel's?
$30 salad with a bottle of vino
You could play with my dick under the table
I got the tip covered... Thank you
Dirt Nasty's El Fuego
That means I′m on fire baby
Like Waco
Cracker ass fantastic, That′s me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic
Word hit the street
I think I hear wedding bells,
And I don′t give a fuck that a fish taco smells
She stole a Chavelle
That's what she told me when she wrote me from jail
She Oakland as hell
Raiders hat to the back
Gold Gazelles
Centerfold, Lowrider mag
Other crackers jack it to picture of her ass
She thinks I′m a asshole
Kuz I can't eat her out without using Tabasco
Mommy looked saucy in a poncho
When she dumped my ass at the Pomona car show
Cracker ass fantastic, That′s me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic
Word hit the street
Writer(s): Leor Dimant, Simon Rex Cutright, Oliver Goldstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com