Cracker Ass Fantastic
I fell in love with a gangster, bitch
A Chola chick that'll shank your dick (your dick)
Bitch from the other side of town
I live in the hills, she from South Central
And she got a tattoo on her neck
Of Lady Guadalupe, holdin' her tits
I met her up at the Del Taco
I said, "You hella fine," she said, "You El Guapo"
She was like, "I don't date crackers or actors"
Matter of fact, I'm a rapper
I thought she'd never get with me
But she saw me on cribs rappin' with Mickey
I put the hickey on her titties
Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me
At the barbecue, I stood out
I was the only woodpecker in the motherfuckin' crowd
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, word hit the street
So I slap-boxed her cousin (boxed her cousin)
At the Jack in the box, by the Inglewood Forum
Straight got my ass beat
But I still hit them ass cheeks, uh
She taught me how to load the Glock
And she taught me how to fold my sock
So I taught her how to hold my cock
And I told her, "You could quit your job at Ross, baby"
'Cause now you with the number one gringo
No more Doritos, or frozen burritos
Have you ever been to Fred Segal's?
30 dollar salad with a bottle of vino
You could play with my dick under the table
I got the tip covered, thank you
Dirt Nasty's El Fuego
That means I'm on fire, baby, like Waco
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, word hit the street
I think I hear weddin' bells
And I don't give a fuck that a fish taco smells
She stole a Chevelle
That's what she told me when she wrote me from jail
She Oakland as hell
Raider hat to the back, gold Gazelles
Centrefold, low rider mag
Other crackers jack it to pictures of her ass
She thinks I'm an asshole
'Cause I can't eat her out without using Tabasco
Mummy looked saucy in a poncho
When she dumped my ass at the Pomona car show
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, word hit the street
A Chola chick that'll shank your dick (your dick)
Bitch from the other side of town
I live in the hills, she from South Central
And she got a tattoo on her neck
Of Lady Guadalupe, holdin' her tits
I met her up at the Del Taco
I said, "You hella fine," she said, "You El Guapo"
She was like, "I don't date crackers or actors"
Matter of fact, I'm a rapper
I thought she'd never get with me
But she saw me on cribs rappin' with Mickey
I put the hickey on her titties
Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me
At the barbecue, I stood out
I was the only woodpecker in the motherfuckin' crowd
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, word hit the street
So I slap-boxed her cousin (boxed her cousin)
At the Jack in the box, by the Inglewood Forum
Straight got my ass beat
But I still hit them ass cheeks, uh
She taught me how to load the Glock
And she taught me how to fold my sock
So I taught her how to hold my cock
And I told her, "You could quit your job at Ross, baby"
'Cause now you with the number one gringo
No more Doritos, or frozen burritos
Have you ever been to Fred Segal's?
30 dollar salad with a bottle of vino
You could play with my dick under the table
I got the tip covered, thank you
Dirt Nasty's El Fuego
That means I'm on fire, baby, like Waco
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, word hit the street
I think I hear weddin' bells
And I don't give a fuck that a fish taco smells
She stole a Chevelle
That's what she told me when she wrote me from jail
She Oakland as hell
Raider hat to the back, gold Gazelles
Centrefold, low rider mag
Other crackers jack it to pictures of her ass
She thinks I'm an asshole
'Cause I can't eat her out without using Tabasco
Mummy looked saucy in a poncho
When she dumped my ass at the Pomona car show
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, Dirt Nasty
Cracker ass fantastic, that's me
Cracker ass fantastic, word hit the street
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Writer(s): Leor Dimant, Simon Rex Cutright, Oliver Goldstein
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