Besedila:
Cracker Strange

While I'm sitting here at home with nothing at all Ain't that strange, yeah, yeah Ain't that strange? Ain't that strange, yeah, yeah Ain't that strange

you're gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000

Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange

been one week since we got to see Cheatin' lovers and cousins that marry Five days since they had the show With the hermaphrodite, the slut and the crack

the map these niggas finna snap spit it for niggas that bit it then give them the business they gonna feel it when we jack and be quick with it, be crack

They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin

Call up hood, hit up ya hood Yo dude skip up street I grew up as a young dude, chillin' wit them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac

I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw And your past times consisted of the strange and twisted

10 times but this ain't the last one Forgive me father I have sinned on this one Hail mary 10 times but this ain't the last one Feelin' strange, curse