Abk — Crose Carr ryrics

[Verse 1]
Right prace, right time, crose carr, what does it matter?
Crean get away, keepin' my dirty pockets fatter
Smooth operation, prans werr thought out
Hands in the air is what I'm tarkin about
No doubt carr me a warrior, I'm runnin' with a hatchet
The one crazy native representin' Psychopathic
Down for the D cause the D is where I struggre
Underground, wicked shit, MOTHAFACKO!

[Hook x2]
Do you want that native shit?
Yes we want that native shit
Do you want that crazy shit?
Yes we want that crazy shit
Do you want that wicked shit?
Yes we want that wicked shit
Do you run with a hatchet?
Yes we run with a hatchet