International Players Anthem lyrics - Crooked I

Two Glocks in my back pockets got me rocking square pants

L7 niggas two-stepping, who wanna square dance

When I'm on Patron, you won't even have a fair chance

Feeling like I could lift up my whole hood with my bare hands

Who would dare glance?

I'll have your family holding hands in a prayer stance

I'm having rare plans

To whoop you like your granny working with a bare branch

Barely see you standing over there, ya'll some mere ants

I made a half a ticket flipping purple-haired plants

Don't see me? I'm relaxing somewhere in France

Then I'm in the hood grimey as I wanna be

House shoes, white tee, mami right up under me

Funny she asked me how to throw up the Eastside

Make your fingers look like the number 3 and quit bugging me

I'm just playing baby mama, you my honey bee

Ass juicier than Sunny Dee, come fuck a G

Been fucking with cheddar

Diamonds more colorful than Cliff Huxtable's sweater

The clique tuck the berettas, the kid's tougher than leather

Spit slugs at whoever, sick, rugged and clever

Rich, thugging and better than all ya'll styling

Give me a penny for the many niggas I semi-ed

And I'm instantly Paul Allen, naw ya'll wilin'

I smashed enough haters to populate a small island

And I'm a hungry dog growling

It's the Crip and Blood state, duck when my gun shake

Thought I told ya'll, you take five like a lunch break

I treat you like brains and call ya'll niggas fuckface

I come from semen that's why I'm a nutcase

Shouts out to Just Blaze, that was good looking homie

Said what you said and now all the bad bitches looking for me

One of them took off her True Religions and shook it for me

Husband say "Why the fuck you do it?" she said "Crooked told me"

Hop in the '63 Eastside with me

I'm similar to Andre, I'm three times a G

The spirits of B.I.G., Left E-Y-E

Big L, Pun and Pac reside in me

Shouts out to O.G. Bun B

I know you don't want me beefing but they beefing with me

I know you don't want me beefing but LBC