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Lirieke: Rucka Rucka Ali. Good Kids Smoke Crack.

I make them good kids smoke crack.
I make them good kids smoke,
Good kids smoke crack.
Good kids smoke crack.

Verse 1:

You take Dupai (?) (Dupai)
Torch it and give it a little twirl,
It gets you high (Now try)
Try to stay out of jail.
Cos' just one rock couldn't kill no one,
I smoked since I was two yeard old.

If you smoooooooke crack,
You might one, day be president.

Chorus:

I make them good kids smoke crack,
I make them good kids smoke crack,
Don't be hatin' on a brother cos I smoke with kids,
I smoked with all your mothers when they was pregnant,
I make them good kids smoke crack,
I make them good kids smoke,
Good kids smoke crack.
Crack,
Crack,
Good kids smoke crack.
Crack,
Crack.
Good kids smoke.

Verse 2:

You know my type,
I'm a nice guy everyone likes me,
White colour crimes, killing white people nightly.
I get in fights with 20 9 year olds,
I mean,
There's twenty of them playing outside nicely.
I got the price of the crack,
You might be surprised how it helps you relax,
Well I take it back,
You'll be dancing and askin' for crack
For your cash when they pass,
Now your mums (moms) come and asked me for answers
"Why you smoking crack with my grandson?"
I dunno, why is the sky black?
I dunno, why is this guy black?
Why do grandmas gimme hand jobs for crack?

Chorus:

I make them good kids smoke crack,
I make them good kids smoke crack,
You can take this bag of drugs and share it with your friends,
I could of charged you double but I care bout' the kids,
I make them good kids smoke crack,
I make them good kids smoke,
Good kids smoke crack,
Crack,
Crack,
Good kids smoke,
Crack,
Crack,
Crack,
Good kids smoke.

Verse 3:

Theeeeeee,
FCC's gonna take all my money,
Cos I'm teaching kids how to smoke the crack!
But I'm not the one making songs, Teaching little girls how to take it in the ass.
So please go and by my CD's for your kids,
Even though I have a dirty mouth.
Cos when you were a kid,
You were proboly linching my people in the south!

Chorus:

I make them good kids smoke crack,
I make them good kids smoke,
Good kids smoke,
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack,
(Good kids smoke crack)
Don't be hatin' on a brother cos I smoke with kids,
I smoked with all your mothers when they was pregnant.
I make them good kids smoke crack,
I make them white girls go black,
I make them good kids smoke,
Good kids smoke crack!
Crack,
Crack,
Good kids smoke crack!
Crack,
Crack,
Good kids smoke.

(Thanks to Jamzo Chapman for these lyrics)