Cru Bluntz And Bakakeemis Lyrics

Bluntz And Bakakeemis Lyrics

f/ Tracey Lee, Antoniette, Jim Hydro



{Yogi

Aiyo I used to roll 30 deep thru the Boogie Down

Now it's just me, my tech and like 30 rounds

Plus the Rhythim Blunt stuck up, mutha uck

(The Might Ha: Hit him the head Voo)

Word to Uncle Buck



{Antionette

Aiyo, bring up ya weight, make moves state to state

No debate, Antionette's been hot since '88

What? Niggas floss since I made Who's The Boss

Big Yog, had the stove, now the Holocaust is mad drama

Mad scama, drinkin Bahama mammas, 

eatin niggas up like Jeffrey Dhama

Illegal self dirty cats, niggas duckin down from the claps

No shorts, no acts

Sittin pretty like Frank Nitty, forgive me

New York shit is in me, mad love for my city

All hail the Queen of the C.R.U.

My peeps call me too, they killin till I'm thru

Get hit between the eye like Moe Green with the shit that ya fiend

Hold the scars up with Mabeline, check the seed

Young dums laced impressed me, buts how I get the lex with the she

Aiyo I used to be shy, but now I speak my mind

I used to pack eights, but now I pack a nine

I used to the girl known for dissin MC Lyte

But now that shit is squashed and everything's allright

I used to be a female that was straight up hardcore

Flipped R&B just to hit the dance floor

Figured out quick that's as soft as I can get

But now I'm back and harder than a dick



{Tracey Lee

Shit is sick, so hit ahead nigga

No run of the mill nigga, but a real nigga

With flows wetter than gold diggers

I flow niggas like Frank Glims the name list

L-Rocks, for all the changes

But the game with the game flow

Playin to Pakistan

Last of the real premiere nigga with the mass appeal

Niggas know the fact, that I got mad skills then Hova

Mic like a rover, R.N.F. for life, I told ya

I set off like the bridge is over

A wild nigga who be killin more cats than Villanova

Hittin in ease with lyrical styles open willies

Than sippin on fifth sarilly, in the sixth under series

You know the staff with me, is suppose to blast with me & bullshit

That comes out of the mic, from studio pulls to pull pitts

With full clips, get devoured like that

Count stacks, and house niggas with the power like snaps

Rollin hard deep, to weak niggas who wanna start beef

Me and the Cru, this how we do it in the East, muthafucka



{Chadeeo

Now let me tell ya niggas, what's really goin on

Lyrical tornados, hurned and brainstormed

But I flows for now, and gunfire later

Leave a hole in you the size of a crater

Rape paper chase, got lives gettin erased

Now I grab mics, plugged them in front of my face

Represent Cru, with rhymes or gunsparks

Whatever it takes nigga, till death do us part



{Jim Hydro

When my Cru be comin thru, ya better recognize

You don't know the steez, then analize

Niggas be playin, so if they want flag

We hit the tags, and the black R rags

I got the steel, to keep it real

Stayin strapped, with the gats

Puerto Ricans and blacks, we heat sacks and bluntz yes I know

One to the two to the Jim Hydro



{Chadeeo

Bringin it down a level on the lay back side

This chaz attitude is a Jeckel & Hyde

With no matter what, you step up

Aiyo my wild side, will have to arrupt



{Yogi

Cuz we comin equip with the loaded Bronx Bomber

Ya wanna step up better wear a suit of armor

And the bulletproof vest, if you try to see me

The Rhythim Blunt a smoke ya then grab a Bakakeemi