Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Double XX Posse
Performer
Anton Pukshansky
Guitar
BK "The Original Bootsmoker"
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Coleman
Songwriter
Ryanard Howell Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anton Pukshansky
Engineer
Daddy Reef
Executive Producer
Stretch Armstrong
Executive Producer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
BK "The Original Bootsmoker"
Producer
Sugar Ray
Producer
Lyrics
Yo, BK, what up, G?
Yo, what up, cool?
Yo, man, lemme tell you what happened to me the other night, right?
I was at my man's house watchin' the basketball game
Stepped outside to the store, the police rolled up on me and told me I robbed somebody
Word?
Word, cold cracked my head, man, let me tell you how it went
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
It was a Saturday in May and we was coolin' at the crib-o
Checkin' out the game between Chicago and the Knicks
Sippin' on a forty ounce and eatin' some chicken
It wasn't Kentucky Fried, but it sure was finger lickin'
Then I said, "Yo, G, we need some more brewski
So dig into your pockets and come out with some money
A dollar bill a piece, that's enough to get it started
I'll be right back y'all," and then I departed
I stepped out the door and headed straight for the liquor store
Recitin' a funky rhyme along the way as I go
I saw this cutie-pie with some light brown eyes
And told her she was lookin' hotter than the Fourth of July
And then out of nowhere the cops rolled up
And said, "Put your hands up"
I said (Huh? What?)
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
Now they got me locked up for no reason at all
And everything was gettin' hecitic so I asked to make a call
They told me not now, but maybe later if you're good
I told em they was buggin' and they misunderstood
They ran into my cell and threw me down on the ground
And started stompin' on my back and told me not to make a sound
They hit me with a one, two, three, four, five, six
A seven, eight, a nine or ten and I was through bookin'
I laid there in pain and more quiet than a church mouse
With speed knots growin' on my head like rocks
And then they finally told me I was there for a robbery
That happened thirty minutes just before they spotted me
But I was at my homie's house watchin' the game
And if you call his number they would tell you the same
The police laughed and said to tell it to the judge
But in the meantime, kid, ya betta not budge
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
My pops bailed me out and told me he was ashamed
That I could get myself arrested and disgrace his name
I told him, "On the strength, you know me better than that
This is a bad situation just because I'm black"
I'm not the only brother to have a bright red jacket
And why did they have to beat me up and look at me laughin'?
They even told me that they had an eye-witness
But she never showed up, so the judge said, "Dismiss this"
And then I told him how they beat me and kicked me
And all he had to say is, he couldn't do nothin' for me
I had to file a formal complaint against the city
And go against the cops for police brutality
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
Now if you're not familiar with the word headcracks
It's anything that's kind of shockin' or amusin' (Word)
A funny type of sayin' is a headcracker
A fly cutie gettin' high is a headcracker
Your best friend havin' AIDS is a headcracker
Your little sister turnin' tricks is a headcracker
Your girlfriend playin' dirty is a headcracker
Yusef Hawkins bein' murdered is a headcracker
Vanilla Ice makin' records is a headcracker
And gettin' robbed for your money is a headcracker
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
The headcracker, the headcracker, the headcracker
Head crack, head crack
Yo, BK, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Yo, now you know what the headcracker is all about
Word is born, I'm tryna stay in the house from now on, man
I ain't even goin' outside, ya know?
I hear that
Yo, man, let's pack up the thing, thing
Get the Kingpin, my man Pete, and lets roll out, a'ight?
Peace
See ya
Written by: Brian Coleman, Ryanard Howell Jr.