Deep Cover lyrics - Crooked I

Yo, my speech is awesome, I'm a creature walkin'

Through your graveyard, I'm about to eat ya coffin

The streets are talkin', show plenty caution

So many bosses in my city, Long Beach is Boston

I'm like the scenes they feature Ethan Hawke in

Training Day, I aim and spray heaters often

Leave the hero role for Peter Park and Clark Kent

And see a marksman, stone colder than Steven Austin

Speedin' off in a level 3 Jeep

Call it my vietnam vehicle I acquire via auction

Ima be alarmin', squeezin' nina rossen

Til ya fall out like you sufferin' from heat exhaustion

Sleepin' with the fishes, speakin' to freakin dolphins

Sinkin' off in the pacific, you and your cheesy walkman

Death by def rhymes while I'm in ya speaker talkin'

Tell the officer the murderous shit I'm speakin' off them

You pray for easy stalkin'

I'ma killer creepin' through the fog when you in the park with your breezy joggin'

I don't need be joggin, I'm ions beyond, every peon get peed on, and ima keep it bossin'

From Battle Creek to Loftland

I battle each, zap, jab, rattle teeth, body shots that'll keep'm coughin'

Got a cold low blow, that'll beat your balls in

That'll teach you niggas my audacity's appallin'

Y'all is all actors like Steve Seagal

And Stephen Baldwin but me I keep evolvin'

A G with the secret sauce, hoes - we be doggin'

See me in the blingy cross, flows keep me flossin'

See me when you tee me off, Ima leave you in a seizure

Then I'm squeezin toss-in, make sure the ringers lost in

I'm in Vegas, at the venician ballin'

With a bolesian skeezin' and kadisha, I'm beatin drawers in

They say I'm a leader, with a preachers callin'

Cause I started C.O.B. and got some real G's to fall in

Yeah, say I got a preacher's callin', now all my real G's Fall in