Buddy Bee Anthony - Crackhead Hooker

I don't know why she makes me feel so good
She hurt me real fine
with her sheep dipped cigarettes
Boone's Farm bottles of wine
I tried to quit her
it's all true
But all I get is a junkie's flu
Done me dirty in the hood
like I knew she would
I look up in the sky
All I can do is let out a sigh
How she's one fine
looky looky hook up
She got me all shooky shooky shook up
She's one hot cookie cookie cook up
Crackhead hooker
cookie, looky hookup.

She'll take you for the short ride
Burn up all your money
run off with your pride
Rip all reason from your mind
She's a wizard,
at robbin bad boys blind
The best in the business tried turning her tide
Downtown Dope-man pulls her strings
Holds the skeleton key to pluck her wings
Base ain't free
but it makes her sing
ripe and tight
low ridin the pipe
Paradise lost
lust for sale
at half the cost
Crackhead hooker.

Buddy Bee Anthony

Buddy Bee Anthony

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