That's that crack music, nigga   That real black music, nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      That's that crack music, nigga   That real black music, nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      How we stop the Black Panthers?   Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer, you hear that?   What Gil Scott is "Heron"   When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin      Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland   We, invested in that, it's like we got Merril-Lynched   And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since   Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine      So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it   The fiends cop it, nowadays they can't tell if   That's that good shit, we ain't sure, man   Put the CD on your toungue, yeah, that's pure, man      That's that crack music, nigga   That real black music, nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      That's that crack music, nigga   That real black music, nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      From the place where the father's gone   The mothers is hardly home   And the madigon's lock us up in the Audy Home      How the Mexicans say, we just tryin' to party homes   They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam   Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers   Back in the hood, it's a different type of chemical      Arm and Hammer, baking soda raised they own quota   Right when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cause   'Cause dreams of being Hova went from bein' a brokeman   To bein' a dopeman, to bein' a president, look there's hope, man      This that inspiration for the mos and the folks, man   Shorty, come and see if mama straight overdosin'   And this is the soundtrack   This the type of music you make when you 'round that      Crack music nigga   That real black music nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      That's that crack music, nigga   That real black music, nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      God, how could you let this happen      La la la la la la la   La la la la la la la   La la la, la la la      La la la la la la la   La la la la la la la   La la la, la la la      Oh, that's that crack music, crack music, crack music   That real black music, black music, black music   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      That's that crack music, nigga   That real black music, nigga   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      Oh, that's that crack music, crack music   That real black music, black music, black music   La la la la la la la la   La la la la la la      Our Father, give us this day our daily bread   Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread   See, I done did all this ol' bullshit   And to atone I throw a little somethin', somethin' on the pulpit      We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit   And what we gave back was crack music   And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies   So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies      And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy   Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammy's   This dark diction has become America's addiction   Those who ain't even black use it   We gon keep backin' up this here, crack music