I'm Throwed lyrics - Crooked I

Yeah, it's different ways to rock this motherfucking mic man

You got your regular rhyme schemes

You got your off-beat flow, your double-time spit

If you don't know how to rap each and every fucking way

How you calling yourself an MC huh?

Yeah, Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, C.O.B (C.O.B. nigga)

Treacherous Records is in the motherfucking house

We doing this one early, you know why? (Why?)

Motherfuck D, motherfuck M

Only X I know is triple X fo' sho

My white T is Pro Club and it's hanging extra low

Disrespecting the west, the Smith and Wesson check the ho

Pookie from New Jack, smoking them Chris Rocks

Bullets in your mouth, now that's how you lick shots

To the tick tock big rocks in my Slick Rick watch

Sick drops, nigga this is hip hop bitch

That's right, you don't like what we rap about

Keep wrapping your mouth around your crack pipe (haha)

Put your lips on them pussy lips I beat up last night

Since his ass in the dark, fuck him with a flashlight

Motherfuck D, motherfuck M

Only X I know is Malcolm X and O

Yes, Professor X, Sadat X and X.P.A.N.D. but

DMX a ho, nuff of that crack head

With that said, I'm looking for the spineless

For Ruckers' finest I'm yelling motherfuck Imus

You know what his crime is, same as Michael Richards

And I'm looking for them timers cause Crooked's about to get ya

I'm taking it to them Death Certificate days

Dodger hat, Rhyme Syndicate shades

King Tee dookie rope, where I'm from young niggas get paid

Drinking liquor just to piss on your grave, West coast nigga

Back it up whenever God's gift spit it

If you want it you can get it, I'm so Todd Smith with it

I hop, skip, pivot, you not shit, you pop shit

My Glocks spit shots quicker than clocks tick minutes

Don't want it, don't start it, chrome pistol won't target

Won't miss you, go on spark it, tearing through bones and cartilage

Putting niggas on glow in the dark shit

A ghost floating over they own carcass, fuck I goes hard bitch

Eastside Long Beach 'til I fucking croak

No joke, aye Wolf Wanggg what up loc

This is C, this is R, this is double O-K, this is E-D

You niggas ain't fucking with me

Hey you, you with the glass dick in your mouth

If I ever ever ever EVER catch you disrespecting the West again

We gone slap the monkey-shit out your punk ass

C.O.B nigga...crackhead

You can't even say "crack the motherfucking window" around this fucking junkie

Niggas say crack the door and he start looking on the floor

And fuck Imus too