Fake Rocks

Cook it up rock it up on sight
Feels like I’m gone be on one
Selling these rocks tonight
Boil the water
Add baking soda wax and four
In a half an hour some fake white
Rocks gone bring me power
From skyline to the south
From east daygo to the boarder
I’m serving up a batch of fake rocks
Cause that’s what the fucking fiends order
While all them ni**as was gang banging
I was in they hood straight slanging
I sell my hit and disappear after you’ve paid the cost
When you smoke my shit and find out it’s fake it’s a
$20 dollar loss
My shit look real my shit taste real
Realer than the realist crack
White Mexican Philippine fiends
I’ll sell it to a fiend that’s black
I don’t care about your color a fiend is a fiend
Is a fiend and neighborhood watch better?
Watch my ass on the first I’m making my cream
I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot
All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot
I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot
All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot x2
The fiends come out at night
Looking for the rock that’s white
I’m for ya on the corner
But supply your own pipe
I’m selling it you inhaling it don’t it taste the same
I ‘ma turn your ears into a sponge soak up this game
I don’t fuck with the methamphetamine
I smoke greens and fool fiends
Fake crack got you going through with drawl
I’m posted up on Meadowbrook and Jamacha
Then I take my street scene to the four corners of death
Tweaking gasping taking your last breath
Who got you hooked I’m supplying peer pressure
There’s no competition because its fake I’m selling it for lesser

(yo man got these jumbo’s right here know what I’m saying
two for ten three for twenty ain’t it the dope it’s the fire it’s the bomb
ha ha ha )
I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot
All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot
I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot
All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot x2
My music is my dope and I’m selling it like crack
Cause once you hear my song you don’t know how to fucking act
Like a rock head wants a hit you want to hear another hit
So pop my cassette inside the deck and get high off the shit
Rock star rock star everywhere you go
Rock star rock star begging for a smoke
Rock star rock star even if they black
Rock star rock star I’m selling fake crack
It was once said by a fiend who couldn’t quit
Oh please oh please oh please just give me just one more hit
Slurping on a clear bong sucking a glass dick
I won’t stop selling cause a smoker ain’t shit
Trying to get the same high from the first time
Flip over my damn tape and then press rewind
Don’t listen to much cause you just might die
Ripping off your earlobes bleeding through your eyes
Dearly beloved he died of a heart attack
So put the blame on Orko for selling fake crack
I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot
All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot
I’m cooking up some fake rocks going to the real dope spot
All I want to do is get paid before my punk ass gets shot x2