| Song | Cracker Ass Fantastic |
| Artist | Dirt Nasty |
| Album | Dirt Nasty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I fell in love with a gangsta bitch | |
| A chola chick that'll shank yo dick | |
| Bitch from the other sida town | |
| I live in the hills, she's 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 a hickey on her titties | |
| Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me | |
| At the barbeque I stood out | |
| I was the only woodpecker in the mother fuckin 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 | |
| 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 socks | |
| So I taught her how to hold my cock | |
| And I told her, you could quit your job at Ross, baby | |
| Kuz now you with the #1 gringo | |
| No more Doritos or frozen burritos | |
| Have you ever been to Fred Segel's? | |
| $30 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 wedding bells, | |
| And I don't give a fuck that a fish taco smells | |
| She stole a Chavelle | |
| That's what she told me when she wrote me from jail | |
| She Oakland as hell | |
| Raiders hat to the back | |
| Gold Gazelles | |
| Centerfold, Lowrider mag | |
| Other crackers jack it to picture of her ass | |
| She thinks I'm a asshole | |
| Kuz I can't eat her out without using Tabasco | |
| Mommy 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 |
| I fell in love with a gangsta bitch | |
| A chola chick that' ll shank yo dick | |
| Bitch from the other sida town | |
| I live in the hills, she' s 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 a hickey on her titties | |
| Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me | |
| At the barbeque I stood out | |
| I was the only woodpecker in the mother fuckin 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 | |
| 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 socks | |
| So I taught her how to hold my cock | |
| And I told her, you could quit your job at Ross, baby | |
| Kuz now you with the 1 gringo | |
| No more Doritos or frozen burritos | |
| Have you ever been to Fred Segel' s? | |
| 30 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 wedding bells, | |
| And I don' t give a fuck that a fish taco smells | |
| She stole a Chavelle | |
| That' s what she told me when she wrote me from jail | |
| She Oakland as hell | |
| Raiders hat to the back | |
| Gold Gazelles | |
| Centerfold, Lowrider mag | |
| Other crackers jack it to picture of her ass | |
| She thinks I' m a asshole | |
| Kuz I can' t eat her out without using Tabasco | |
| Mommy 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 |
| I fell in love with a gangsta bitch | |
| A chola chick that' ll shank yo dick | |
| Bitch from the other sida town | |
| I live in the hills, she' s 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 a hickey on her titties | |
| Now her cousin Smokey wants to kill me | |
| At the barbeque I stood out | |
| I was the only woodpecker in the mother fuckin 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 | |
| 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 socks | |
| So I taught her how to hold my cock | |
| And I told her, you could quit your job at Ross, baby | |
| Kuz now you with the 1 gringo | |
| No more Doritos or frozen burritos | |
| Have you ever been to Fred Segel' s? | |
| 30 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 wedding bells, | |
| And I don' t give a fuck that a fish taco smells | |
| She stole a Chavelle | |
| That' s what she told me when she wrote me from jail | |
| She Oakland as hell | |
| Raiders hat to the back | |
| Gold Gazelles | |
| Centerfold, Lowrider mag | |
| Other crackers jack it to picture of her ass | |
| She thinks I' m a asshole | |
| Kuz I can' t eat her out without using Tabasco | |
| Mommy 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 |