"Columbus Exchange (Skit) / Crack Spot" lyrics

"Columbus Exchange (Skit) / Crack Spot"

While in Bolivia, Tony Starks has bumped heads with drug czar Columbo and moved over ten pounds of raw fish scale…

Yo, make sure y'all turn that water down
What y'all watching over there?
Is that the Honeymooner marathon?
That shit been on all night right?
Alright

I smell the coke cooking, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the safe
Woodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste
He reached for his pipe, pulled his sleeves up
Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you
His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe
He's bleeding fatal, he smell like it's so ripe
Told Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife
Tell her to chill, feed her some white
I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw
Ol' Dirty dropped his straw, he put his fronts back
And snatched up his coke napkin, with thick snots hanging from his nose
Had Woodrow’s bitch on the floor laughing
Goodness gracious, Tony gosh
Put away the Frosted Flakes, you're killing us
The residue from the last batch we all was straight
Got my son, ten, spent five, stayed in the house look I lost weight

See that was Crime at the door, he got mad
And I don't give a fuck what he got
Niggas can't keep coming up here, this the spot

Yo Crime you know the spot be bumping, pardon me
Plus I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be hunting
Niggas probably think that Starks be fronting
'Cause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stash house and barked on Justin
Had to size him up for being on point, stuck now he's fucked
Told him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck
Every fiend that walk through the door, check if he wired up
No shorts, only give him a play if he buy enough
Cop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem
Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughing up phlegm
Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam
She popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man
He came through selling his TV's
X-Box and PlayStation 3, all we wanted was three
Big Frankenstein holding his MBs
Socks hanging out, following me
I'm trying to hide from the Ds, nigga


Thanks to Fake Name for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Jason S Hunter, Darryl Robert Hill, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Gary E Grice, Robert F. Diggs, Clifford M Smith, Dennis D. Coles
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