CROOKED I feat. Horseshoe Gang & Iceman – Team COB

Warrup Hip hop new word, you know
‘Cause you know COB is the best
You know COB is the best

[Chorus:]
The wild ugliness my team nail with me
It’s all love this sniffed my team bare with me
You know my team bare with me
You know COB is the best

[Verse:]
Kenny is a beast so niggas is whatever
You touch spring niggas y’all sensitive to pressure
My flow switches like the weather vicious with the letters
I’m murder on top of sheets every written is a stretcher
No debuty but step to me if you want the heat
Low key so they can’t detect if I’m on the street
If you want the purp step into my office serving cup
We can even share if you wanna chief
But if there’s no roots and I ain’t gonna speak
‘Cause I hustle while you’re undercovers I ain’t gonna sleep
While I’m still making references to police like a racist cop
Niggas scared when I’m on the beat

[Verse:]
This is COB and we the four quarters
Serving the whole world that’s why they call us world order
Worse than man slaughter mix horseshoes with slaughter house
That equals a horse man slaughter
You know of none of me I dare devils to stunt on mt
Underneath the front seat with a gun no beat when I hung ‘em see
Upon the sheets I cut your wife like sunny D
I mean OJ my notes are doper than a honey keys
My gun a blame them, and them I’m gonna squeeze that random
Give you the holy gospel I see shots to your phantom
Brawl styles I work the beat like a cop, bitch
Long bitch ass snoop about this cop shit

[Chorus:]
The wild ugliness my team nail with me
It’s all love this sniffed my team bare with me
You know my team bare with me
You know COB is the best

[Verse:]
Holy crap, I spit holy crap
What a nigga know about that
I speak biblical shit
Turn bricks into death, homey tax
Then I back whoever go intact
To you on their back
So your name can’t live on
Then I’m walkin the holy godliness
It’s metaphor, metamorphosis
Reservous, hell’s horsemen shit
I severed the heads of the four horsemen
With a forth battle swordsmanship
The predator will tellport towards you
To let the hells war comence
This is the portret of war
My height is several storeys long
My mind is the thirteen level floor
Can’t find it
It never more exists, it’s missin
I call the eagle, that’s the storm, listen
Sayonara shots of flying saucers
Get it and know I was with that bitch
Is like a silent partner

[Verse:]
Ice man, I got high with your aim
You can’t even see how high my calibers ranked
COB yeah we tower the game
If you mad at the higher ups than we the tower to blame
And no matter which direction you reriding you plane
‘Cause we got rocket launchers that keep cowards away
Red beam throughout your face
Leave without a trace is like goverment fund you when I’m rubbing
Leave your mid section ink
If you thinking ’bout taking my narcotics
I’m a stick your arm socket
With a sharp object your hearts clouded
Yeah, sunnin’ you rappers no more in show
Just ’cause you sniff powder don’t mean you can’t absorb the glow

[Chorus:]
The wild ugliness my team nail with me
It’s all love this sniffed my team bare with me
You know my team bare with me
You know COB is the best

[Verse:]
My team in the building before everybody liked contracters
I stand by my words, perfect up my lines, line backup
You lyin’ bastards is nigh factors
The nine fracture, you spyin’ to nine fractions
You can run but you’re not faster
Get hollow chips my gun ring that’s the call of duty
Put in between you two on your gay ass then call you Rudy
Young Julius, look how I’m styling my veins
Bitches love me like Ryan Reynolds, but I’m wilder than Van
My niggas get paid with the arms
Try to stop me you would get picked in the arm
You motherfucker should be waiting your turn
If you don’t have money that ain’t my concern
I put it down like I finish with it
You bitches enough, my dick is in it
You niggas don’t know how to throw games
I’m in the mouth off in the pitchin’

CROOKED I feat. Bad Lucc, Coniyac, Locksmith & Mykestro – Roll Call 2

[Verse:]
I resemble my people told me get in there
So after turning pro, you bitch thinking it’s skin care
It’s been a long time coming so don’t push me
My mama say you can be anything in this world except pussy
Bad luck, this is you meeting the writer
You’re lame and that won’t change Nick Cannon meeting Mariah
I’ve been killing shit since Dexter was pulling wings of the butterflies
And working at church is burning my brother fried, nobody
The coop God a cold vile of schizophrenic
Don’t panic, it’s cool and my brain is crowded
Fighting my demons with bras knuckles and face paint
A roof will get you to count a pussy to ace pink
They say I’m sick and deranged but know I’m from the hood
The evil easties are watch brand, it’s understood
It’s not a lane in our rapping, till I’m in dirt
If the police come in stripping
The weapons came with the shirt
Yeah, know we at, gotta get the mind off
Only soft when in came forth and still lying see it rot
This obstacle is deadly as Jigsaw
Knuckle money like getting jaws for a rich cause
Talking XO, means exposure with the 50th
When chosen clip blow them with the mortar I’m the stiff
I can divide and conquer, leave course in the split
And I don’t mean benz when I’m foreign out the whip
Yo we call it in collision when the foreign’s out the hit
Assumption got his never minds pointing out on bricks
Smugs, the worst riot face when I’m pump
She want no reminiscence I got new songs for Ginni Young
Voice cut won’t protect space in your necklace
Acting 2 face, I’ll get soon ’til they set with me
Yeah, a fatal chest blow out of nowhere
Heard bars lungs forgot air was s’posed to go there

[Verse:]
I’m the definition of defamation
The depth of my deposition is deafening
Hit the deck when I deck the bitch
In the depths in your desperate mission
You ex musicians, stick my X to reland
In your ex’s lips like an xtravision
The excellent exhibition of eloquence
Executive, a threat to y’all, my region lacks relevance
But that’ irrelevant, residence has to presidence
Press against my lane and I will aim it at you head and chin
But you not a gun clapper, you a fun rapper
Some factor out what it’s happening from with some capture
If crooked paved the way then I’m the one after
I’m every ghost rider for dr Dre and one rapper
Paying homage, I vomit on tracks repeatedly
Set the stage on rage and make it look Eazy-E
That way from my space to a new premises
If this the wrong call, then call me the new genesis

[Verse:]
Ah, LA leakers
Another monumental montage
Like a Molotov luxury
Often monolog in this storm is
The art in me brought frauds apart
I brought gin on my saw shit
On to go yard against y’all bitch
Will party flow below part
Than my arsenium arsenic, y’know I’m more awesome
With the narcissistic,
Bars a nigga me in walls been this marvelous
Nobody visited us in, it’s amenes, outside of Dominicks
I’m wowed, this outlined incompetence
I’ve down sized been down when I out line the apocalypse
I got now, I’m back out rhyming the proxemics
Poppin’ them with the bottles out, after I wanted to cancel it
Instead in the club, and my capella should drop an acapela
Enough to knock a fella, pockets and pasta paid from above
When I drop the penance draft, it’s not no Letterman love
We hittin veteran ‘tl they stop the negligence ’cause

[Verse:]
Warrup dawg, this the king, kiss the ring
I’m dropping the guillotine so quick you forget to scream
While you twitching I’m sipping lean
Stronger than the mix between
Listerine and Mr. Green, ’til I tap out like pamperine
10 more rings, we strap like that to the finiteen
That’s for intervene when it’s any scream
Listen to me, I’m lighting up squares like smoking nicotine
Lighting up squares like a video scene from billie jean
Listen to me, fuck with the cops hollows will ring up
See all of us inked up, follow us,
We got bottles and models and pink chucks
They callin’ us king tut, when they swallow us
And all of these means what,
Means my bank account swallow the bricks drop
And it means I walk with a mean struck,
With the glock in the jeans tucked
G’s up,

[Verse:]
Hotter then lava
Since I got with the swatters I’m hot as a top
And as bad as the choppas will pop you
Stop you drop you, spin and top you
Hammers on deck like we repairing the sail boat
Hammers on deck like it was family Borel’s boat
There are crack bars, I call them sell dope
C E L L, ’cause that was a jail quote
Coniyac, Mykestro, Bad Lucc and Locksmith
You could tell it’s west coast when you smell smoke.

CROOKED I feat. Freeway Rick Ross – Real Niggaz

Damn, when I leave all the real motherfuckers in the pins
Man tell me somebody out here gonna stand up
Set all these motherfuckers straight
Ye this Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
Not the floss
Yeah them suckers got the game right now
They don’t make ‘em like they used too

[Chorus:]
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don’t make ‘em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don’t make ‘em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz

[Verse 1:]
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
Niggaz yell and deaf for focus honour, they dishonest
They some scrape piranhas, and the condo stakes up on us
Blame and framed up hatred, that’s deeper than hatin’ on us
How could you cut your brothers throat for the love of money
Snitching, cops don’t even tell on eachother dumbie
Can’t even holla at them, they want me to pay for they attention
Like some strippers, but I throw slugs instead of dollars at ‘em
Offer them they papers, them niggaz autograph them
They got them dreaming in ways
Taught only my daughters had ‘em
My circle’s founded by, family who down to rise
We’re moving mountain side, I’m surrounded by
Real niggaz

[Interlude:]
Yeah we still got some real ones out here
Ain’t too many, but you know that’s the ones we’ll be fucking with
Yeah, I’m in the studio tonight, Crooked I
Thanks baby, it’s about time
Got a real motherfucker reached out for OG
You know what I’m sayin’,
He was tryin’ to get himself back on his feet
And gave a shot

[Verse 2:]
Take a look around at the niggaz I came in the game with
I’m in the same click, I’m on the same ship
Clifford Harris shit, I’m on that same tip
I never change over chains I never shape shift
I never transform, I eat decepticons
And megatron’s ain’t nothing but test you on
Checking up in my restaurant
You with them detectives huh
Tryin’ to help to arrest a don
I have my niggas knife in chest
And carve hex a gun
They heard what I said, yes
Reckon for the feds, yes
We got the word, them cameras behind
Them TV’s in your hair ress
And I ain’t new to this game
We’ll either live together as brothers
Or perish as fools, said Martin Luther the King

[Chorus:]
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don’t make ‘em like they used too
(Nah)
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
They don’t make ‘em like they used too
(They don’t)
No more, no more, no more
Real niggaz

CROOKED I – Ratchet Heauxs

[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners’ the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.

[Verse:]
You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
Boys, money ass, groupie ass, no class
Low cash, broke ass, bitch

[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners’ the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.

[Verse:]
You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
Boys, money ass, groupie ass, no class
Low cash, broke ass, bitch
Steady shit talking, bitch get walking
You know I’m pissed off I don’t talk like this often
You say I’m on a show over this tip
When it’s 40 below snowing and shit
And still nothing cold as a bitch
She almost as low as a snitch
On a toad and pole of those who belong in the ditch
I had to give his mother the news
This chick set my home boy up
Niggas rushed in, whacked my home boy up
I’m fucking confused
She was in love with my dude,
Just my home boy’s luck
He trusted the wrong hoe
50 thousands in jury, put his beautiful kids
On the funeral front row
And I’m ‘posed to let it go, ok I feel you
But if I ever see you bitch, I’m a kill you

[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners’ the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.

[Verse:]
You a ratchet ass reality show
Wanna star an ass,
Always looking pass a good hard working man
Ass bitch
See a broke nigga the hoe is laughing
Knowing damn well your account is over drafting
Fuck a regular nigga main she looking for a dry pick
Her goal is to marry him then divorce him on some half shit
If she don’t get that far, with that star
She got some black mellon photographs to get that car
Or put them on media take out
He pulling the media cake out
Before the bomb drop in his back yard
And on facebook the bitch act hard
And soon as you see that groupie shit
Diss that broad
Don’t be like me, you know how these girls are
They nuts over ours nuts kinds like squirrels are
I lift my problems, put my drama on the curl ball
Still my still my still my still my
Was on world star

[Chorus:]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
Fucking all boners’ the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the bitch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
Groupie hoes do groupie things.

[Outro:]
Yeah I put my trust in you
Ya know what I mean
I never would’ve thought you would do me like that

CROOKED I – Psalm 82 v6 Intro

Talk to the people man
Niggaz don’t talk no more in this game man

[Verse:]
Psalm 82 verse 6
Thus says the lord
You are gods
Children of the most high
Psalm 82 verse 6
God of the West Coast
They gonna try to stop me
Stop this message
Nobody can stop the God
Nobody
Understand they gon’ try to stop you too
(They gon’ try)
The whole recipe to the universe
Resides inside your mind
Secrets, secrets they don’t want you to unlock
I got the key so follow me
One of my own, that’s what you wanna know
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against my copsters
You new niggas, pay attention
I was born with a powerful mind
A mind powerful enough to attract positive things
And a desired lifestyle
Let’s get paid niggas, let’s get paid
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
Known to flow nice
When the sun shine in the scope
Used to be a death flow
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
Known to flow nice
When the sun shine in the scope
Used to be a death flow
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
And LA Lakers
That’s right

CROOKED I – Praise GOD

Real shit, to all my loved ones in the cemetery
I’m a live it up down here
‘Til I meet you at the crossroads up there

[Chorus:]
For our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up
Feel what I feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up
Praise God
I seen another day
‘Cause Lord knows,
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
I praise God
I seen another day
Could’ve went the other way

[Verse:]
COB is my religion, what do you believe in
I believe in divine intervention
I’m lucky to be breathing
Gun shots loud out of nowhere
Shooter tried to put me under cement
God intervene, luckly he seen it
Guess that right there wasn’t in the agreement
Life is cold, I’ve seen it change niggas
I don’t blame, when I hang with a
Thousand fucking gang members
Put you in shovel trouble
My pistol’s grave digger
Sipping that liquor prescribing it like
It was vike and call it painkillers
Drinking, driving, swerving high on
I’m thinking, crying, surging, fine
I’m sinking I am hurting why are
All of my people dying
Why must you leave real niggaz die
While busters breathe
Where’s the justice, just the other day
I was thinking ’bout
One of my dead homies and
I felt something touch my sleeve
Maybe I just believe
Maybe it was just a breeze
As these hours pass,
While I still got time in my hourglass

[Chorus:]
I praise God
I seen another day
‘Cause Lord knows,
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
I praise God
I seen another day
Could’ve went the other way
For our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up
Feel what I feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up
I praise God
I praise God

[Outro:]
Yeah
Reviving out man
Crooked I, psalm 82 6
Shout to the whole slaughter house team
We the LA Lakers
Dj sour milk, just incredible
La Lakers dot com
I praise God
So what’s the morale to the million dollar story
It ain’t about money, it’s more about making something out of nothing
And if you can draw inspiration from that
That’s your millions dollars, shit
That’s even more than a million dollars

CROOKED I – Nikki

[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
You out grown Nikki up
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend

[Verse:]
Strictly models and bottles
Bitches gargle and swallow
Strictly models and bottles
Bitches gargle and swallow
Strictly models and bottles
Bitches gargle and swallow
Hit the throttles get over that pothole
In auto and I know
Haters followin’ squagle
When I go mano y mano
Fuck my models, I kill you
My guns I fill autos with hollows
Tuck it in my way
In case you thinking I’m a
Punch ‘em in his face
Swinging I’m a squeeze the llama
We pull on us, leave you on a street
You wanna see manana
Primadona season 1 of CSI
I bring the drama
Hard, body and I
Hit a nigga with a couple of bullets like a
John got in disguise,
That’s a rapper, click clack your
Somebody gon’ die
Physical with your physical deflict won’t mess with me
And I’m a gonna get it on Nikki
We Bonnie and Clyde
We Lil Kim and Biggie, we Hannah C and Sticky
Made for eachother, you haters come and get me
You haters coming with me, she gon’ give you a hickie
That red bean on your neck, a kiss of death from Nikki

[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)

[Verse:]
Fuck around I surround you
Couple rounds when that howl
Surveilled crawl the shit out you
Down on the ground where they found you
We devour you cowards now
‘Cause our power allow us
We don’t bounce with you slouchers
Life’s outstanding without you
And I don’t even care
What’s you busters planning
My pistol’s in the air
Call out the upper hand and
Bust my cannon gun gigantic
Suckers running, mothers panic
Brother franning, come God damn it
Hump the granny, fuck this planet

[Verse:]
Nikki take the control
She becoming when I play with her click click
Strip you naked for show
Then she blow you, black hole you
Biggest ganster I know
Soon as you choose for me to shoot you
In the future
I introduce you to my baby Nicole
She likes ménage à trois, mardi gras, hardy das
All day she dreamin’ ’bout sex
She even body broads
You think you can handle us
Say under your breath
‘Cause you gon’ fall for her
When she love you to death

[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)

[Interlude:]
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G

[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)

[Outro:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend

CROOKED I feat. Trae The Truth & Melody Angel – Niggaz Winnin’

Stars intertwine
I don’t wanna miss my ride
What comes next
Cannot be denied

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
Yeah I’m owning this bitch who hating
‘Cause they can’t get on
I’m looking for the same run Jay Z and Dane went on
Baby you ain’t still on
I’m talking about them independent benajmins made
Same thing that the bay been on
Been on
Been on
Hold up man
It’s the LA Lakers
You know we get down
Crooked I let’s get busy

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
Yeah I’m owning this bitch who hating
‘Cause they can’t get on
I’m looking for the same run Jay Z and Dane went on
Baby you ain’t still on
I’m talking about them independent benajmins made
Same thing that the bay been on
I dream big eyes wide open
I call it sleep walking
No ear to the ground but
I can hear the street talking
About the boy who put beats
In the deep coffin
You niggas running fort 3
And I’m in the lead jumping
Tending windows I’m sitting and reading memo
With a video vix and pen and pencil
And an instrumental
Sets his bussines over bitches
I scribble sick lyrics
Then I stick my dick in the bitches dental
Knock away the dental what’s pimpin’ my nigga
Look what I get her to do
Her and her pretty friend Jennifer too
69ning so it’s dental for 2
Raise my arm, the winner is who
LBC I did it for you

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
In my city I’m in position
Used to ticks as I’m blissing
Still the truth the voice
No absent for second guessing
Be a victim of obedience
Slap it as soon as you guessing it
I’m what you consider real
So don’t question it
So many days
I remember being in the front line
But right now I’m in front of that
You can pick your biz
I skip this answer jump in front of that
Tellin’ I’m an asshole, problems you know none of that
I desintegrate ‘em that’s
With the bitches won’t coming back
Competition is in the smoke
They come losing and smoking dope
Speaking of smoke and toss smoaking something
You can’t smoke it and blow
It means it comes lyrically
Like a ghost tryin’ to hide in these beats
Swear I was Michael Phillips about to having these greeks
I never take some holy thing
All I’m chasing is a budget
Face the sundee, as I make no brand in this breathe
Pussy niggas they nothing
They know that fuck shit is dead
They don’t want to see us for real
Them niggas scared

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
My chainsaw’s 38 in the waist
I ain’t talking leave on 38 in the waist
I got my city behind me
Just like I’m Tray in the H
I look at you like sex shanay
Ain’t no cost you shit
To stay in your place, caso
I’m going Tim Docking in this tape drop
That mean I’m ’bout to ball on your squares
Like it’s Bang shot
Satan in a tank top, fire all for niggas
Who think they gonna take wa
Take shots
This rounds on me
I’m a touch your body away
I guess the ground gonna see
Learn it click burn it some down OG’s
Then I learned avoiding beefus
When I found more G’s
That knowledge gets me knowledge
Them bitches be down on knees
I teel ‘em
Giving you pussy to lose this
It’s not poppin’
Bitches stacks dropping for not watching
They twat options, yeah
She fucking around with them but then
She only let the dick of a winner in her in her

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Outro:]
Stars intertwine
I don’t wanna miss my ride
When the planets allign
They let me lost me time
But you’re afraid of heights
I was born to fly
What comes next
Cannot be denied

CROOKED I feat. Eddie Fontaine – Never Forget

[Verse 1:]
I’m broker then a bitch and I’m sick and tired
I’m feelin’ like I’m walkin in fire
I’m feeling like I’m jojo dancer before I expire
Can I get rich prior
In long beach them bullets wiz by ya
Clappa ain’t a rappa still it spit fire
In ain’t no jobs nobody gets hired
So to escape it junkies get higher
6 in the morning hustling on the corner
Tryin’ to get out that abyss
I was born and switch me with form
And rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get
Mixed with no warning

Piss poor got my school clothes from the thrift store
Just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward
So I dropped out thinkin’ this war
Nigga get yours
Cash over bitches true religion
You see what’s going on through the kitcken
We steppin’ on crack same drug broke
Your mothers back like the superstition
Me and the boys is sellin’ poison
Like we 3 members new edition
You said we’ll die or get threw in prison
If I make a song about it who would listen

[Chorus:]
I’m walkin’ down the street nigga broke as fuck
Lookin’ for a deuce tryin’ to patch up
But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt
I was walkin’ down the street with my nigga skinny kinny
On my side, bitches passing by
Niggas won’t let a nigga rise so he stuck
That’s why
I’m walkin’ down the street tryin’ to catch the bus
Just to catch the train headed to Lyon
Tryin’ to do my thing cause I just can’t stop I can’t stop
And it’s real as real it gets
I strruggled for years just to breathe in this bitch
So I never forget

[Verse 2:]
Some of us die some got threw in prison
I wanna ride for a new position
I wanna make an album about my life but in this music
Business tell me who would listen
Whatchu’ wanna hear truth or fiction
Petty niggas talkin’ about they movin’ shipments
Like UPS but you BS so your birds wouldn’t know what
To do with pigeons
Keep it 100 everytime I rock a beat
And I done it deep from the heart I sleep with a gun
I dream about peace but not the one under the pillow
Motherfucker
Glock 9 rather fock mics put a stop sign
On the block life slingin’ hot lines
Over rock pipes then I got signed
I’m in the spotlight
CL600 silver benz makin’ love to my dividends
Gettin’ calls from relatives I never knew at all
And niggas that never been my friends
Niggas that never been my friends
I didn’t change
You niggas changed the way you treat me
Just because I’m

[Chorus:]
I was ridin’ down the street with my top down
Got a bad bitch sittin on my side rubbin’ on my thigh
Wondering why I’m so motherfuckin’ fly and I smile
‘Cause she knows
I drop her off pick up one more everyday that’s how it goes
In every way that’s how it goes
I’m ridin’ down the street with my nigga skinny kinny on my side
In that black on back ‘lac sittin’ on them 6′s
Man this money shit is addictive
And it’s real as real as it gets
It’s funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch
I’ll never forget

[Outro:]
I’ll never forget man
How you niggas gonna hate on me
I’m a top running, section A
Spraying raid on roaches nigga man
You niggas should be inspired by me
I came from nothing
A’right, that’s real motherfucker talk dog
When I lay that GT coupe on the boulevard
Nigga it came from nothing
You nigga supposed to be inspired right now
Ya know what I mean
You just a looter nigga like me

CROOKED I feat. Slaughterhouse & Colin Monroe – Monsters

Monsters in my head
Monsters in my head

[Crooked I:]
What if I told you I wake up screamin’ and swingin’
Dreamin’ that I’m fighting demons
Dreamin’ I’m swingin’ on heathens
Competin’ and schemin’ to eat every piece of my piece when I’m sleepin’
Need a priest and a deacon
When I’m speakin’ to preachers tell ‘em I’m only at peace when I’m drinkin’
I’m sinking deep into hell, thinkin’ I’m fiendin’ for freedom
‘Cause being in a well isn’t good for my well being
A walkin’ zombie I be comatose, nobody loves a nobody
Who probably overdosed in the lobby of the omni hotel
Probably find me with an empty bottle of oxy
Shakin’ like an earthquakes inside me or I caught the Holy Ghost
Wonder if therapy can take care of these monsters
Before I kill more innocent people than Jared Lee Loughner
They spit on me, shit on me
Society kicked on me, hit on me til I was sick and exhausted
Flipped and I lost it off hallucinogenics
They using a clinic, I saw Lucifer’s image
The elephant in the room are my skeletons in the closet

[Hook: Colin Munroe]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
Wake me up before I’m dead
Don’t bury me with monsters in my head
Monsters in my head
With monsters in my head
And underneath the bed
Underneath the bed

[Joell Ortiz:]
I always see ‘em out the corner of my eye
Scared to death to fully see ‘em but I try
I just wanna ask ‘em why they follow me around
And they reply when I hear a sound
Or they walk by and give me a chill I can’t explain
It feels so strange is that a high
My anxiety’s at an all time high
One second I’m good then I flip a switch
Then I’m thinkin’ I might die
These dizzy spells are so annoying
From the outside looking in
Y’all thinkin’ I’m enjoying myself
I need help man, I’m destroying every positive force
With all these negative thoughts
How can I find happiness when I can’t remember it’s lost
I do so many temporary things
To smile for just a minute
Hat low but not for style I’m tryna hide under my fitted dog
It’s wild you wouldn’t get it
Try my best to make everybody laugh
But that’s just a disguise, I’m really timid
Somebody make these feelings go away
Forget it, that’s my problem, y’all go ‘head
I hate these monsters in my head

[Hook]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
It’s lights out like where the Amish stay
Pap, you can’t tax me
I’m like Wesley Snipes in a sovereign state
I’m a surviving walkin’ oxymoron
Obviously I can say that I am alive
And I’m tryna die this way
Ya’ll on your faggot shit
I’m on my “dragging my magnum clip”
With monsters in my head like Earvin “Magic” dick
Niggas dessert me like eating after the entrée
But I’m a keep it 3000 like after the Andre
I’ve adapted to a private life
Yeah right, you saying that is like sayin’
I’m shooting dice on a floor made out of dykes
I made out alive, this chaotic life
I just figured just quit giving dick to trick bitches and stay out of fights
But I’m on my high snortin’
You see this monster ball is like seeing Halle Berry and Billy Bob Thornton
It’s fucking classic
As far as rap, I wish I could wrap it in plastic
And stick it up your fucking asses
I’m a MONSTER

[Hook]

[Joe Budden:]
Take heed to what I’m giving you
Beefin’ is habitual
He just ridicules wants me in critical
Will appease and get rid of you
Maybe the only thing I seek is biblical
The scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible
Got a friend named depression, a pill I take to relax him
But when he regurgitates the aches you couldn’t fathom
Got a few talents but looking for a new challenge
I’ll let you walk in my shoes once I find a New Balance
With faith I stay in peace, for I know every man’s equal
So I’m playing with the monsters like a Space Jam sequel
Give ‘em two choices
Since they wanna do the least, tell ‘em get off my dick or renew the lease
Persevere though my bed is corrupt
Expect I give up when left to destruct
But I give less than a fuck
Sit back comfortably, react to what they want with me
The bright side is that they keeping an insomniac company

[Hook]

CROOKED I feat. KeAna – Let The Beat

[Verse:]
She went to Victoria’s secret
Then she went to Frederick’s
She plan on getting naked
And let you disrespect her
You can turn the lights off
‘Cause her shits electric
She climb on top arching her back
With a sickest methods
Have you stuttering like
A sk-sk-sk-sk-skiping record
That’s how I got a stripper pregnant
But that’s a different segment
She sending naked phone pics
And ask you, did you check it
Your skin smells like bubble yo

[Verse:]
Baby girl is candy, sweet as chocolate omlettes
And she the shit she should own Stock Insurement
I’m about to go and see what we have in common
Tall dark and charming, brightning on the armin
Fresh like a B-boy, dress like a D-boy
I should be next to your flesh like a keloid
Thug sex I’m the best I will destroy
Your cookies while you mess with them decoy
Everybody on my team looking for some action
Ballin’ so hard baby ass will feel taxin’ it
And we only ride on the strip when it’s action pass
Slave master that’s how them whips are
Back to back walk’ in the club
And they ask how many bottles you need
We on the building like a nigga on the property
Dj turn the music up and lights down
All you bad chicks on the floor right now

[Chorus:]
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance

[Verse:]
The bad bitch is playin’ the corner dawg
So we like to block ‘em off at the corner wall
It’s COB and we was born to ball
I’m playin’ with bills with more juice than Orenthal
Bottles in the club now they asking if I’m hood rich
My answer wearing a shoe if my foot fits
You can see the Louie logo in my foot prints
Spend so many dollars they don’t make good sense
That’s why they love me
From Dina, to Tina to Trina, Corina
Sabrina, Katrina, to Gina I seen ‘em
Dancing on the floor, the way she move her body
Know she work it in the bed, bet she perfect with some head
I love the ganzu, be fly every time
Even the car head shorter than mine
But still fine though
That’s the kind I’m tryin’ to find yo
Private dancer I just need a sight show

[Chorus:]
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance

[Verse:]
She stand still but her booty shake
Yeah
She stand still but her booty shake
Lil Momma introduce me to your sushi plate
We should go on an X rated movie date
She threw her hands in the air
Then she turned to the side
And her body started moving like a slinky, yeah
I want her wrapped around my pinky
And I swear to God her body’s yelling freak me
She stand still while her booty shake
Yeah
She stand still but her booty shake
I love it when she swing her hips
Put her fingertips in between her lips
I want her between them, fill in the blanks
I will stop this on right now
‘Til vanilla, caramel and dark brown
I wanna see you break it down
I wanna see you break it down
It’s the pretty round brown
Driving me, you wow

[Chorus:]
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance

[Outro:]
Slit slit COB
Your beat is turning me on
Oh you got me going
Come give it to me to me
To me
Come on
Uhu do me real good
Hit it like a real nigga should
Uh come on and give it to me

CROOKED I – LA Leakers (Freestyle)

You out there?
You are now tuned in
The lends zoomed in
The camera’s recording
My Concorde Jordan’s
Move from the shoes to the true’s to the Gucci belt
Be sure
That it moved to the dude

Who the face of the West Coast
Let’s go get him
Face of the West Coast
Let’s go get him
Yeah
Face of the West Coast
Let’s go get him
Yeah
Face of the West Coast
Let’s go get him
L.A. Leakers
Just incredible
Sour milk

Let me show you how I’m built
I started off in bad meets evil on loud noises
Then I hit the BT cypher
Had to show the world
How wild southern cowboys do is
Had to give rappers of the underground voices
Then we dropped [?]
Then I had to murder the remix with Yelawolf and TI
Slaughter house is hot as hell
You’re on that same old
But I’m like say more
Before enormous [?]
Guess what I’m trying to say is
That I’m still on the streets with it
Walking with my Gandhi gun
I’m so at peace with it
Please get it correct
Quick it’s a piece with it
Far enough on your turnbuckle
Have you crying uncle
Like you and your niece did it
Show me a nigga who’s against the incest
Beats get fucked royally you’re really like sticking a dick in the princess
Would say I’m pushing weight
Like a nigga who fixing the bench-press
But that shit older than Oprah
Told you I’ve been
Yeah goes up
You slept on me nigga, dozed off
I get it jumping in this bitch like a [?]
Plus my dog talk like I’m the owner of Rock Nation cause I’m a cold boss
[?] Liter show
Don’t play this for seven days and watch them say
Shit was all good just a week ago

God of the West Cost
Know the flow nice
When you signing shady aftermath and used to be on
Death row
God of the West Cost
Know the flow nice
When you signing shady aftermath and used to be on
Death row
God of the West Coast

L.A. Leakers
Just incredible
Sour milk
Shady records
What’s up M?
You created a monster
Church
God of the West Coast

CROOKED I – It Feels Good As A MF

If it’s that new shit
If it’s that true shit
You gettin’ it from the LA Lakers
Just incredible
Yeah
DJ sour milk
Little drop tho
I just wanna get out the life y’know
My niggas wanna, they wanna blow up fire
Sell drugs, doing the liquid shit
I’m just tryin’ to get out the life
That shit ain’t nothing for me man
I’m a rapper, I’m a MC
I want all my niggas of my crew get out the life too y’know
If anybody in my crew is fucking with the life
Than share my light with me
I want them to get out, follow their dreams

[Chorus:]
Ah, Yeah, I feel good as a motherfucker
I came up I’m still hood as a motherfucker
Said I wouldn’t make it, I’m kickin’
And your baby mama wanna get naked and let me take her
I should, I’m a motherfucker

[Verse:]
Uh, I’m in a place nigga sprayed to be
Mercedes-B S63 AMG
I call my mama on cell, I’m like, ask me
You raise the G, I owe you everything A to Z
From aimless to Zachariah you ride biblical
Pray that your son will survive and not die criminal
I got it all from you, my high spiritude
Thankful for the little things
While others desire miracles
Worked like a slave, to get what a king got
I’m ’bout to drop industry giants with one sling shot
Until the time run out on my G shot
‘Til I’m walking with God like Enok I’m a let the beat rock
When I’m on my death bed, I’m a wreck rhymes
‘Til the machines beeping my vital signs, flat line
Long as I live as a real nigga, that’s fine
Some people got loftier goals, well that’s mine
Yeah, we barge in Vegas, party in Miami
Rock stages in New York, me and my fucking family
Spit on Eminem’s album, my almost wanted grammy
Plus he got me panty, so that song was a double whammy
For you to understand me, you gotta look it where I took it
I got artist sayin’, I’m fill in up for the cooking
That’s when an underground rapper don’t blow up over night
But he’s in it for the fight, duck his head, throw the life
I was sluggin’ in the ring, blood dripping out of my mouth
‘Til I knocked failure down for the count
And now I can inspire you,
I can finally shit on my name sayers
But I out grew the desire to
Yeah, I out grew the desire to
Calms in her rail, I think I’ll hire you
Yeah, come work for a nigga man
It’s gonna be all good tho
Straight up dog, to be in this position
I feel good as a motherfucker
I feel good as a motherfucker
For real man
Nigga grew up fucked up, you know homeless, sleeping in the park
Not knowing where my next meal coming from
I mean, walking inside a fucking grocery store stealing dinner
Running trucks into the front windows of pire shops
Stealing everything they had in that motherfucker you know
Everybody got a story
You probably heard this one before but you know
I could only be tho y’know
I can’t tell nobody else story to entertain niggas
I just got to be me
I can, I can call my mama right now nigga
And she be sayin’
I need this, I need that
And I can give it to her my nigga
That feel good to me
‘Cause I came a long fucking way
Came a long way
I’m just keeping in for it with you niggas out there
I feel good as a motherfucker

CURREN$Y – Biscayne Bay

Yea… Life
Type shit…
You need to have a driver for this
Type shit you ride home too

[Verse 1:]
Niggas too talkative
Chatty Cathy ass simps, I’m on this bossin’ shit
My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this
Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling
Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, fuck it
If it could be sold then lets do it, if it could be sold we gon’ move it
I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I’m not stupid
Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it

[Verse 2:]
My bitches gettin’ high to the music
My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it
You only gon’ get out it, whatever you put into it
So I go extra to make sure my shit come with the leather
The sunroof, the carbon fiber, Alcantara whatever
Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of shit I never use
Sittin’ in that Skyline, the style of a stockbroker
Storytellin’ weed slanging pot smoker
Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over
Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese
Though I’ll never die cause the music livin’ in the streets
That’s all that matter to me
Cause this other shit ain’t real, them hoes just fuckin’ because of that deal
These niggas livin’ life with you until they just get jealous and you get killed
I’m just ridin’,smokin’,prayin’
That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin’ this money
Cause we legends in the makin’, I’m sayin’
…life

CROOKED I – How To Thug

The cops hate my skin
So they wanna do me in
Shove me in the pen
Have me serving 5 to 10
I grew up in the city where the itch you gotta sin
Now just wanna be like mu suburbia friends
But instead I got a thug, yeah
I got a thug, I got a thug
The streets taught me how to thug

Wait a minute, my mother’s flat broke
And my father ain’t around
My whole family starving, man I gotta hold us down
I loaded up my chopper, hit that other side of town
Robbed that dealer for a couple of pounds,
My nigger learning how to thug, learning how to thug
I had to learn how to thug, how to thug

I ain’t finished, society hates me but that hate is really fear
I’m praying every day that that hate would disappear
They treat me like I ain’t shit and the message is very clear
While the devil is whispering in my ear

When it come to thuging I got a master degree
Sitting here in this county jail imagining me
The future me, not the one that’s always trapped in the streets
Not the one that see his own family wrapped in them sheets
I’m like the president of thugging, as I practice my speech
Simultaneously I’m thinking I’m the cat to…
Even when I’m sleep, I don’t see no actual peace
I’m dreaming, I’m bleedin’, after squeezing after police
Nobody gives a fuck about a nigger broken in pain
You see him in front of the liquor store won’t even throw him some change
When he die, john doe is his name
Is that my destiny, I’m going insane
Load up my chrome in the rain
Erase a pain for future, that’s what I can do with my glock 9
Should I pop it or just call the suicide hot line
Tears rolling down my face is do or die, stop crying
Green light, I’m dead or it’s music my stop sign
I’m in a crack hotel, I’m living grimy
Sick of hitting links plus I really don’t trust my crimies
Mind state is slimy, I kill you and then yell why me, don’t try me
Gotta put this life behind me
See I was brain washed, talked that I wouldn’t be shit, believed it
Now these trouble waters got me sea sick
The upper class show love like the tits nepotisms
The lower class we thug is a defense mechanism
To protect… against them
The penitentiary system fit them in and they never miss them
Just look for better victims
And politicians never listen
Do whatever’s bitching
They eat in a better kitchen
They on television, promising better conditions
It’s a repetition of lies open your eyes
Either let your reckless listen
Listen, we shooting at the wrong targets
Talking out the side of our neck, believing our own charges
I thought that I was cursed by the gods
Dropped in the ghetto, piss pour against impossible odds
Track with these charlatans and philosophical frauds
In a place where being a… is a logical job
Change always starts with the man in the mirror
So I’m talking to myself like hey crooked I, I can hear you
Give me your 38 stub, a mask and some gloves
I can teach the whole world how to thug
But how bout how to love?
Yeah, we need love
We need love in the hood
One time for some love in the hood
Two times for some loves in the hood…
Come back.

CROOKED I feat. Roc Marciano – G’s Us

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Hold up Crook you going to hard man
They been waiting for this for a minute

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Verse:]
Yeah, Croo let’s go my nigga
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Stray the dames, great capillaries
Caress fatties, piggy ray canary
Cuban lane Miami
Virgin Mary turn a purple caddy
Gary sweet callin’ purple candy
Talking bird out of the panties
Swallow brandy, I fly to where Sandy
You lay south up in your camp
Be like glam me
Old hammer blammer AT, melt some,
Cans, a bottle of wine, I set the belt buckles
The bare I hustle, had the snout lustful
Blow the spot like a mushroom
And takin’ the truck fumes
I taste the crushed food, drink a cup full
Display the Jacob on the cuff too
My gain is plush blue, my waste day on a bus rule
My butt laying in a plush coupe, fuck you
Nigga
My butt laying in a plush coupe like fuck you

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Verse:]
Calli niggas drive the meanest chargers
We Robin Hoods like the english archer
Pouring our liquor for the dececed departure
Tell the Grim Reaper that we his parteners
Cut the grass low, you snake niggas meet your gardners
Gun sleeping in my waist, don’t awake my stainless
You interrupt his power neck, he gonna make you famous
It took a long time for the world to let me display my cadence
Like a hospital chaplain, I had to pray for patience
It’s all scietific, my mind’s higher lifted
I wrote note thy self in the Pyramides and hieroglyphics
I steal fire bisquits, street soldier I enlist it
I hope in your world that in 2012 don’t get the mayans twisted
For metazine and vodka that’s the gasoline bottle
I broke a cigar, smoke on a show magazine model
That Ferrari squat, she has a scene throttle
It cost an arm and a leg, the amputee auto
About my lutes and lieutenants want to recruit me
But generals already absolutely salutely

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Outro:]
It’s all love
It’s all love

CROOKED I feat. Medi – G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up)

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride ’til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me

[Verse:]
Why still rap my nigga ’cause I’m the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga ’cause I’m the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga ’cause I’m the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Riding on the train when I couldn’t buy a coupe
I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop
Digging in the crates I’m just tryin’ to find a loop
Then I rhyme over your head like I’m trying to design a roof
You only get one shot, I’m the type to shoot
No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon’ find the hoop
I’m a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen
I ain’t dissing but this is constructive criticism
You been rapping all your life my nigga
I think it’s time to drop the mic my nigga
I ain’t wanna knock advice
So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage
I drop the mic my nigga
See I’m out on boxing life
And I won’t throw in the towel
And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride ’til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me

[Verse:]
Ain’t no quitter any bullshitter,
Any forfeiter in me if I’m chasing more benjies
Please don’t continue, it’s the poor nigga in me
Waging a war against pennies
If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me
So much game in the hood
I’m observing plenty from OG’s
As I reach in I pour some in here
In a cup, It’s Pac and Eminem
It’s against all odds
And I don’t give a fuck man, I don’t give a fuck
Yeah that’s what’s up
I slap hands with Hove
I gave dept to Pov
I got game from Russel
I think that’s enough motivation
And never let succes pass me up
Master P told me, keep both feet in the game
Inspiration came from too many people to name
Now that I’m up yeah I got to keep it the same
I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride ’til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me

CROOKED I feat. Twista & K-Young – Fuck U Pay Me

[Verse 1: Twista]
Black diamonds, black mink in the black Cadillac, y’all
Look at Crooked I
Now look at I
See how I pull up and the bitch’ll come out like I don’t
Sugar pie
Don’t you want to get up under a pimp of magnificent lyricism
Bad bitches with rhythm
When the women come to making their money, they only doing shit to benefit em
All of the tricks be happy when they get up with ‘I’m
On top of the world after doing business with ‘I’m
Hardly gone, a feminine up in em
It’ll have em moving so as if they got the ventilator venom
And it’s sicker to get em in trouble
In the bubble, I only want to see em rolling up the kush
And all of my bitches is thick
If you do not believe me, then just take a look
They spending their money cause I got the ho and she look too fly on the track
Straight pimping like Bishop cause Crooked to Twista is like Superfly and The Mack
And I know you think I’m bogus cause I’m telling these bitches
To go on and peel back they purses
It’s just a metaphor
For me talking about the way I pimp these verses

[Hook: K-Young]
Tell them fuck you, pay me
No matter how much green I have, bitch
I’ll never fill your bank account
Fuck you, pay me
Bitch, my dick is better than your pussy

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Uh oh, here we go
C-R-double O, I’m bout to pimp me a ho
My deadbeat pops had pimping in his genes
The only thing he gave me since a embryo
Uh oh, there she go
Now I’m bout to put her in a video
D-boys give her them rubber band stacks
Now I got dirty money like Diddy, though
I’m a clumsy robber
I’m a butterfinger burglar, mayne
I’m a drop that jewel
Let me explain, I’m a fill your brain with game
But if you come lame, girl, we not that cool
I’m a goddamn fool
I’m a lean my top hat and pop that tool
Get my guap back, you’ll
Know that I’m that dude from a top mack school
And a block that rule – read my tattoo
That’s C.O.B., it mean cash over bitches
Crip or Blood, conducting organized business
Circle of bosses, cartel of ballers
Cussing out broads and we crossing over bridges
Help a nigga get rich and richer
Do you get the picture?
When the pimping hits ya I
Clock game from Mister Twista
He taught me how to rock like Twisted Sister
I twist your sister
I put her on the block til she get some blisters
I put her on the map til the vixen bitches fly
Put her on her trap like she’s spitting a written to the rhythm with Mister I
The pimp game’s so ominous
And you know Dominick’s not synonymous with monogamous
Nah, it ain’t misogynist
It’s a metaphor to tell you that hip-hop is my bottom bitch

[Hook]

CROOKED I feat. Tena Jones – BBBB

Still led a thug life
I’m still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin’ on my downfall
Still led a thug life
I’m still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin’ on my downfall
Still led a thug life
I’m still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin’ on my downfall
Did the shit without y’all
Come to your crib
Give your shots and draw blood
Like a doctor making house calls

[Verse:]
Boss boss boss bitch
Every cross ross bit
Ross bit, every bar sit, this is dog shit
In your yard bitch
This is so disrespectful
Bitches know ’bout the gliss and glow
This a neck for Loop a time Lotus
Do a large, pull up at the nudy bars
And stupid cars, and supercharge rovers
We superstar Novas, we shinin’
We super bawlin’ do it all over
We grinding, cool y’all
We don’t want to get the harsh words
From critics, see my mind might forgive it
But my heart won’t forget it man
I’m hard work committed, my lyrics paint pictures
And my artwork is vivid
Just a hard working nigga
T-T-TOD
See I’m the ace, I’m takin’ man place
Jack of kings 4 queens,
Then it’s the house rules
In the 90′s it was cut off
Khakis and house shoes
Now it’s panamera porsches
With the panoramic view
Down Atlantic avenue
That’s Long Beach nigga
Home of the LBC crew
Dynamics and dog pound
If you say you COB
That bitch pulling her drawers down
A wet clit with a piercing
My bitch pussy rock a five carat earing
Diving to that crotch quit
Treat it like a motherfucking
Slaughterhouse, mosh pit
In this pacific division
I got an eye future, don’t make the guy shoot you
That’s when your karma screw you
I call karma sutra, I beg your pardon screw ya
Ye I’m brongo brol go west into and
Make you pussy strict man
I uncle Loop you
My crew true lie for you motherfuckers
We independent july 4th you motherfuckers
Crooked got the word playing for Lupe Fiasco
And the gun played, the souffle
Your too pay you assholes
It’s a new day, look at my life path
Eventho it’s melamine in my pigment
I grew up living equivilent to white trash
White ass, the reason I buy jags
Without blinking the eyeslash at the price tags
My past is so fucked up, it’s quite sad
But I went from homeless to property on the white sand
Pussy, pot, and promethazine I sold every drug,
While you sucked a dick of a petty thug
You ain’t ready love
Crooked’s part of the spaghetti club
He’s giving bitches meat and balls
He’s everything he said he was
Prob 38 45 9′s a metamorphosise my grind
This is organized crime
All I see is COB it’s like I’m borderline blind
And I’ll die for it now
Since we was born to die fine
No nuts, no glory
Until they close the book on my million dollar story

[Chorus:]
I still led a thug life
And I’m still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin’ on my downfall
Did your shit without y’all
Come to your crib
Give your shots and draw blood
Like a doctor making house calls
Warrup skank

[Outro:]
Still led the thug life
I’m still an outlaw
Still led the thug life
I’m still an outlaw
The LA Lakers baby

CROOKED I feat. Soopafly & Kobe – And She Don’t Even Know

And she don’t even know the business
Here I go again man cheating on my mistress
And she don’t even know the business
Here I go again man cheating on my mistress
And she don’t even know the business
Here I go again man cheating on my mistress
My team go beta, resource cost secrets
Kind of ironic I’m here on some creep shit
Freak shit, chardonnay and a back brown
Knocking it down romantic shit
We don’t even smoke both got the leaflet
The few on the balcony is sea sick
She said her body is my property
So the both pair pink lips
I got the pinkslip
But these lips are sealed
‘Cause I do know I sink ships
As I drink sips,
Oh the pizza arrived, sitting on the rocks
Different kind of ice sitting on the watch
Licking on her box like the whale bay killer
Pussy assasinated by self manticore

[Chorus:]
Body like a porn star
In a head game killer killer killer killer killer
Somebody must’ve taught you well
Shorty sure is a keeper
I ain’t never gonna trip on who you see
Just make sure you bust it down for me

[Verse:]
See you don’t even know what the time is
Girl you go again nosy, sinus
Yea bitches gon’ be on me primus
I never love ‘em always fuck a bitch highness
But never this talking
I’m rough but it’s not
When it’s time to get to lovin’
Deepen that muffin, blue berry kushin
Got enough bottom weed for the whole month
My bitch still in fly as nothing
Craving so much ice and gold
When I pipe it slow
I’m like king Minos fucking
Baby lookin’ like time well
Spend on top of this bad ass 9 inch dick
Say what
The future of flying sick
Lavish like a bow tie event
Grab this microphone while we drift off
Into a dimension of a life we missed
Bullet twice be a bliss

[Chorus:]
Body like a porn star
In a head game killer killer killer killer killer
Somebody must’ve taught you well
Shorty sure is a keeper
I ain’t never gonna trip on who you see
Just make sure you bust it down for me

[Verse:]
And she don’t know what going on
Wife here all alone while I’m getting my mogul on
Pick up the wine crackers in the cove alone
Driving a car with a house calling it my mogul home
Top floor the rich my bitch there waiting
Voices in my head I hear a pimp narating my life
You wanna know the way I truly do it then
Put a max jewely in movie in beauty and the beast
Juicy ass, booty in the Louie V panties
I remove ‘em then I stick the bazooka in
She started out noobie in as Estelle
‘Til I fuck her pearl as Adele
She bent over hands on the rail
‘Cause she lost the coin toss
She called heads I called tail
On my way home, I’m smelling like my new chick
Wife be there horny, she got me working two shifts
True shit

[Chorus:]
Body like a porn star
In a head game killer killer killer killer killer
Somebody must’ve taught you well
Shorty sure is a keeper
I ain’t never gonna trip on who you see
Just make sure you bust it down for me

[Chorus:]
Body like a porn star
In a head game killer killer killer killer killer
Somebody must’ve taught you well
Shorty sure is a keeper
I ain’t never gonna trip on who you see
Just make sure you bust it down for me