That's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a That's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a How we stop the black panthers Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that, what Deal Scott was hearin' When I hear Rosa Haring was gapless, don't hear it When crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland We invested in that, it's like we got Merrill Lynch 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 it That's that good shit, we ain't sure man Put the CD on your tongue, yeah that's pure man That's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a That's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a From the place where the fathers gone, the mothers is Holly Holm And the Mardi Gras's lock us up in the Arty Home How the Mexicans say we just tryin' to party home 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, bacon, soda, raised a whole quota Right when our soldiers ran for the stove, cuz, cuz Dreams of bein' hope went from bein' a broke man To bein' a dope man, to bein' a president, look there's hope man This that inspiration for the Mo's and the folks man Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosein' And this is the soundtrack, this the type of music that you make when you round that Crack music n***a, that real black music n***a La la la la la la, la la la la la la That's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a 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 Oh, that's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a La la la la la la, la la la la la That's that crack music n***a, that real black music n***a 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 That's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music Oh Father, give us this day our daily bread Oh Friends give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this old bullshit And to a tone, I throw a little something something 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 mommas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies And we gon' repo everything they ever took from Grammy Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys This dark diction has become America's addiction Those who ain't even black use it We gon' keep bagging up this here crack music