Bein' the ghetto representative I am I'm guaranteed to slam When I drops that whoopty wop bam Somebody stop me from poppin I'll be god damned I'm at the
Crooked I Pull Out Guns When Im Out East They Sayin Crooked You Wile Some I Been In The Mix, Quick Flippin Them Legitimate Chips Dime Piece I Keep 10
homie Get it right I see you mothafuckas, I see you over there And I know you wanna fuck with me I got my eyes on you suckas But I don't really care
than ant colony When I say don't challenge me That's reverse psychology Ever since 8 Mile battles fascinate America Free a pay style Crooked'll assassinate
ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
of the street I think about you when I'm loadin' my heat But I'd rather thow blows to ya teeth Cuz I was always talkin', shootin' hoe's is weak I'm
then me Cause in particularly I get figures like I'm flippin' some D?? I don't know whatchu claim but I'm pro wit' the aim Nigga the Crooked'll put a
patrol, first I clock dollars Then I pop collars with hoes, I got a problem with foes Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows Nigga, Crooked I
in '94, '95, ?96 I keep it real, I stick to the script girl I gotta get my riches, money over bitches [Verse 3: Crooked I] I grab my dick and say girl
you got abut to proof it Baby you're so bad and thats what I like I wanna get you home tonight I give you all I am Girl the way you movin You know I'
off in ? and wouldn't give a damn They respondin' with shots fire I'm the trigger man I run, I'm ditchin' out fools They never ? Penitentiary time and Crooked I
full of soldiers ready to die for me Tramautized by the game so my life's been raw No regard for a coward so nigga fuck the law I get's my smash on and
the adam's apple I never understood why they was hatin' on Crook' It's all just good 'cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook' I don't battle rap groups I
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(feat. Crooked I & Chino XL) [Crooked I] Yo I spit impossible rhymes Full of philosophical lines My phenomenal shine Leave everyone our your opticals
Well, the crooks are out And the streets are gray You know I wouldn't have it Any other way, yeah Your mother's words They're, they're ringing still
I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky",
record because of the things I say They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood And a record like this can do no good But I'm not here to tell ya right