Crooked I other songs:

 

2nd Coming (Tuck Ya Ice) lyrics - Crooked I

Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I, thanks for fucking with me

You know what it is, hip hop is my mother

Gangsta rap is my father, C.O.B. is my religion

I am the president of ghetto America, yes

I am the poster boy for section 8

I am the leader of the I came from nothing campaign

Let's start off slow

When your album dropping? That's what they all say

Check the pulse on the streets, they saying it everyday

Niggas getting mad, say I'm losing fans

As if going through bullshit was part of my plans

They know I'm street money, they say the nigga's paid

They see the diamonds in the chain, they think I got it made

You one of the hottest with the flow as far as artists go

My penitentiary niggas say I got the hardest flow

I got a heart of gold, but now my heart is cold

Because these mean streets'll eat right through your heart and soul

What do you know about sleeping in an abandoned house? (nothing)

What do you know about beefing with them hammers out? (nothing)

Here's whats the man's about

I shot the belly of the beast with hollow tips

Until he spit me out of his savage mouth

From watching my mouth move to death they know I sound tight

My words paint pictures, that's how my blind listeners found sight

When this reciter's around mics

This profound writer mystifies cyphers

Just like lightning striking the ground twice

I'm on some other shit like attacking Henny for the fuck of it

Stacking pennies up to buy my mother whips

Greatest rapper alive, words from my mother's lips

You don't believe her then her son'll tell you suck a dick

There go that dropout nigga, he in a Bentley coupe

There go that welfare kid in that Armani suit

The first time they rode on me, yeah I was afraid to shoot

The second time I let my pistol whistle like a flute

Out west they wondering who's the hottest rapper, right

Here's some ammunition for niggas who defending my side

With skills I'm overdosing even with no promotion

I stand on my own two, Bobbito locomotion

You niggas over boasting, I see you just like view over ocean

Nigga my flow is frozen

You can ice skate on my 16s, nigga wait

Subtract half of that, it don't matter, it's still a figure 8

Yeah, I'm done with you niggas

You know the figure 8 joint they do on the motherfucking...

Fuck it

As a baby I sent lyrical signals through the umbilical

Ghostwrote my mother's poetry, even she knew that I'd grow to be

A dope MC, with lyrics in the womb

Meaning your doom, engineered in a cocoon with my fearlessness in bloom

When I spit even the dead hear it in a tomb

So when I'm spilling lyrics, I'm feeling spirits in the room

What up Pac? What up B.I.G.? What up my nigga Pun?

Eazy E, what up loc? Big L, what up son?

Yeah, I met Freaky Tah, yo what up dunn?

Left Eye was my homegirl, what up hun?

Everyone of 'em will tell you Crooked goes hard

Stay tuned, coming soon my rap report card

Double up on 'em

C.O.B. or nothing

Yeah

Hip Hop motherfucking Weekly, the double up

I see people like Oprah and Al Sharpton

Look like you all setting booby traps for rap

I'm so gangsta, ha ha

Yeah, hip hop won't die

Gangsta rap is breathing, ya heard me, yeah

This that motherfucking slow flow like it or not

I'll put my stage on the corner, put my mic on the block

If it's for this rap shit, give my life on the spot

If it's for the revolution man I'll sniper a cop

Mafia, got a Gotti agenda

Do you think I give a fuck about Oprah or her audience members?

Hip hop is in my blood, nigga you probably remember

They attacked us before, didn't nobody surrender

Art imitates life haters, this is the deal

Dying of thirst in the desert, I wouldn't piss in your grill

Ain't a rap song on Earth that makes a listener kill

I'm just here to tell you how us ghetto prisoners feel

Ain't it funny how society's trying to bang on us

When there's schools that's named after some fucking slave owners

They historical heroes had the noose to hang on us

Now they mad at what I'm playing while my Chevy swing corners

What about violent movies?

Say I'm disrespecting women when rock n' roll invented the groupie

Better save that shit for Gucci

When I was in Milan I saw one of the models damn-near showing her coochie

Don't put prostitutes in my lyrical flows

But there was hookers in the bible, there was biblical hoes

My recital strictly based on what a criminal knows

Take a walk through my hood, watch you shit in your clothes

Try to blame us young niggas for this cocaine

FBI, CIA those are your planes

Junkies fucking with the shit to heal their own pain

You fund wars but me I'm just buying gold chains

And how am I a misogynist, nigga if I call a bitch a bitch

Believe that the bitch is a bitch

Yeah, some niggas killed my homie, I'm trying to find the suckers

All started with this bitch, he was trying to fuck her, he was dying to fuck her

Then he died when them niggas came inside with them nines going blucka blucka

They killed him for his money, just wanted to sex her

Stupid bitch set him up and I'm supposed to respect her

Fuck it, call a bitch a bitch when I spit on the record

If it's spotted with a long tail it must be a leopard

Don Imus called some women some hoes

That he didn't even know so they snatched his show

But if I call a woman a ho, best believe a nigga know

She selling pussy in exchange for that dough

Now let's talk about Virginia Tech

And the media's blatant disrespect for the family of the victims for a bigger check

Ban gangsta rap from MTV but you're showing Choon Seung-Hui on NBC

Whoever ran the footage we should body that nigga

Cause he probably gave birth to some copycat killers

Probably just spawned some young cocky cap peelers

Blood is on your hands when them body bags fill up

And you trying to shift the blame to hip hop

I say hip hop hooray just like back in the day

When they censor Public Enemy and N.W.A

Tipper Gore wanted to censor every record we play

I'm a motherfucking gangsta on your radio channel

Hypocrites want to ban me but they love the Sopranos

Better pull that Constitution out, read 'em and weep

Let's look at the first ammendment man, it say freedom of speech

Next week

Alternative Facts lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Your boyfriend ask. "Have you been cheating?"

Give him alternative facts (Give him alternative facts)

The cops pull you over, "Sir, have you been drinking?"

Give 'em alternative facts (Give 'em alternative facts)

Your resume ain't looking good, bro, delete it

And use alternative facts

You got a lie, you wanna keep a secret

Just use alternative facts

Now let's go

Ay, I love alternative facts

Ay, he love alternative facts

Ay, she love alternative facts

Ay, we love alternative facts

Donald Trump's an honorable guy

Kanye's so modest and shy

That's a couple alternative facts

So we can all be honest and lie

I use them all the time for my benefit

I tell true fibs, I'm not a hypocrite

So I can never be caught in a lie

Even with a women I'm solid cause I

Knew this thot Liza, excellent cockrider with a twat like a hot geyser

Gave me top in her moms Chrysler

She was hot as a bonfire

Only problem, I did not like her

So I had to lie to her

With the lies I'm nicer than Sean Spicer

So if you get caught with another dude

Your man burst into the room

And seen the brother nude

You've got alternative facts so what the fuck is proof?

Look him dead in the eye and tell the other truth

Your boyfriend ask "Have you been cheating?"

Give him alternative facts (Give him alternative facts)

The cops pull you over, "Sir, have you been drinking?"

Give 'em alternative facts (Give 'em alternative facts)

Your resume ain't looking good, bro, delete it

And use alternative facts

You got a lie, you wanna keep a secret

Just use alternative facts

Now let's go

Ay, I love alternative facts

Ay, he love alternative facts

Ay, she love alternative facts

Ay, we love alternative facts

You gotta learn to relax

You gotta learn to act like these conservatives act

Like Kellyanne Conway, she got alternative facts

She lies so well, she should learn how to rap

Cause in this era she would murder it

Culture, I'm not concerned with it

Hip hop is alive cause these wack rappers preserving it

That's the kind of fact in the science class

That teaches Galileo said the earth is flat as Black Chyna's ass

That's alternative truth no reversing it

You got the urge to get away with false verbiage

Lies for the truth that's what you're tryna pass

That's a King Mufasa tale with your lyin' ass

It's just I'm in here dropping classics like gum bottom Reeboks

I've got another alternative fact before the beat stops

Raindrops, droptops

I'm glad Slaughterhouse album ain't Detox

Your boyfriend ask "Have you been cheating?"

Give him alternative facts (Give him alternative facts)

The cops pull you over, "Sir, have you been drinking?"

Give 'em alternative facts (Give 'em alternative facts)

Your resume ain't looking good, bro, delete it

And use alternative facts

You got a lie, you wanna keep a secret

Just use alternative facts

Now let's go

Ay, I love alternative facts

Ay, he love alternative facts

Ay, she love alternative facts

Ay, we love alternative facts

B.C. lyrics - Crooked I

What's up dizz?

Dizz on the beat by the way

Aye dizz you smell that?

You smell that? I smell smoke, oh not yet

Aight cool Amma relax, yo what's happening y'all, it's the legendary flow you already know

Kxng Crooked I, Long Beach, Family Bvsiness, ya heard me?

Rhymin' whole sentences, crime with no witnesses

Mind your own business if your eyes behold me killing the sickest lines with no censorship

Fighting that like uncle Luke

Like you snort Hennessy, every line's a 100 proof and proving they the fucking truth, praying for my enemy

Catch me out east in a dickie suit and a bubble goose, knuck if you buck nigga, riding with my gangsta boots

Cigar in my mouth, bucket hat with the kangaroo

Fuck you rappers I came for you

Guns are blasting my aim is true

Lucky bastard you made it through

Fuck your facts where I'm from

Tucking ratchets is the thing to do

I ain't the same as you

I fuck with classics, the track will get dumped in acid I slay the groove

Prayers up for my niggas who didn't make it, prayer rug in the basement we famous and living sacred but humans are still sinning, women strip to the anklet, it's like the new renaissance picture bitches naked I'm... at the trump national I'm playing some golf in a dashiki vibranium in the cloth I ain't a lost nigga, the skin I'm in is so ancient remain a boss nigga, gave you a deal and a bag you became a soft nigga, cut off my water them chickens will go to Mexico, to feds on my nuts like tentacles on my testicles, kill a flow made me legend so, in the coast with a sexy hoe, rock a fur in december identical to an Eskimo I'm in my condo, bumping Quando Rondo any John fuck with my dough gonna be a John Doe, love that young and wild shit, but I want all my young niggas to make it out the game

Enjoy your money and fame my nigga

G shit we came here on a sea ship

Shackles on our feet now it's cracking we get eating it the shit I feed the streets with

Fu-Gee-La beat flip, freestyle, tattoo the only time I ain't drip

The West is hot will the W be destroyed

I bet it's not see the W's we enjoy

Respect the block at the W we the boys

Connect the dots that's W. E. B. du bois Homie

Black and prominent wyclef jean it

Designer Denim never recessive them genes dominate, I don't spit a 16 I vomit it

West coast like a purple and gold laker jersey with Lebron in it so honor it

[*Laughs*]

Yeah

Yo, yo old me EP coming soon you hear me (coming)

Brand new shit (new shit, ahhhh)

California Crooked I

The king in the front

Family Bvsiness (Family Bvsiness), hitmakers y'all know what it is man (Yeah)

Yeah (Long Beach)

Old me EP coming soon you know what I mean (Long Beach)

Dropping something like December 21 for y'all

Yeah (yeah)

New music (old me EP, coming soon)

Dizz on the beat

Ak behind the boards (what up dice, chase)

I know what it is man, [*sniff*] what's that I smell? I smell smoke, oh not yet, okay!

Cigar Boy (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Yeah

Tenth anniversary for Hip Hop Weekly is around the corner

Niggas paranoid, nigga I'm back at it

Star boy, call me cuban cigar boy

The illest...

I feel like Michael Jackson with the glitter glove at the MTV awards

Rocking a fedora on some Kingpin shit

The flow is Neil Armstrong planting his flag on a Saturday

That mean I'm moonwalking on some weekend shit

I'm from the city of Long Beach that's where police get hit

And the guns are so voluptuous, just wanna squeeze this bitch

I'm street shit, my niggas'll never snitch, rather sleep six

Feet beneath the earth where all of they secrets is

G shit, but nowadays the G code get treated horrible, don't it?

Different court than when Jordan was on it

All lame ball games, I'm just enjoying the moment

When I'm recording at four in the morning destroying opponents

See these rappers like to front like they the ones that's ill with it

When it come to real lyrics cause I'm under skilled

Critics said you was sick, he wouldn't know fuck shit

Even if he was sitting on the toilet while the plunger still in it

Deal with it, nigga this is God level flow

What I'm about to say next, I'm freestyling, so I never know

Booth pitch black, watch bezel glow

This that Breakfast Club shit, nigga the Lox episode

I just attract those riches, then racks come to me

I just attract more bitches than flat tummy tea

I just rap so vicious, it's a civil duty to be a star boy

Like I mixed the class on civics and astrophysics

I'm out here getting at your Mrs

I didn't know though, if she ain't loyal that's your business

I got the TDE strap, nigga the shrapnel visits

Your abs and your soul 'cause it's pointed at your gizzard

Don't act so 'spicious, what's that? That's those crickets

I leave everybody he knows bleeding, back row tickets

Gimme the cash flow digits, gimme the rap flow so heavy in food for thought

That it crack your dishes and snap your dentures

(Bitches) Rappers can't compete with the wisdom

They still got the brainwashing they received from the system

I could've easily dissed them, squeeze it and leave them a victim

'Cause we be taking beef literally, like a thief in the kitchen

You lost souls, I ain't judging y'all, I ain't the magistrate

The plates is out of steak, the Chucks is rattlesnake

The bucks won't change me no matter the amount I make

'Cause I know how to keep shit sweet even when I'm out of cake

Nah, I don't need a dollar to thrive

Before I had an Impala to drive with models inside

I opened a book of real niggas, followed the guide

While my lioness gave me head and swallowed my pride

I took all of my problems astride, gotta survive

Even when I feel like my extended clips hollow inside

Had God on my side, started from the bottom and rise

I lost a couple of friends, caught them in lies

Like being in a relationship you need to break up and escape

Or staying with a deadbeat you need to wake up and replace

Or Donald Trump shaking hands with Martin Luther the Third

Niggas showing fake love straight up to my face

Dog, that ain't nothing but a life lesson

I'm glad you expose yourself, I don't like guessing

I'm in a swimming pool that'll shock Khaled, counting my blessings

Ordering cobb salad with some light dressing

Your favorite rapper? You swear that he the craziest

Then you find out he not the savior that he say he is

All his songs fire 'cause of Holy Ghost writers

It's like finding out the bible was written by some atheists

Man, I do this shit religiously, I do this shit religiously

Realest nigga in the industry, illest nigga in the industry

This is C.O.B

COB season

What we say? We say "all year." We doing this all year!

I'm on fire! Yeah, [?] to the grinders

Forever, forever, forever

Out

Cut You Loose (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

It's February 28, 2017

I'm in the Mint Rooms

Glendale, California

Working on Good vs. Evil Part 2

Some old shit came up man...

Had me feeling kinda nostalgic...

I blended Malcom and Martin's names together for my motivation

That's King with a X, homie no relation

I'm cutting niggas loose like the officers do when they find the hogtied victims after home invasions

I never let you tell me all I am

Kidnap the game give the federalli's my demand

See I shed so many tears now it's Me Against The World

Cause some of my niggas fake as Makavelli's hologram

So we faced with a conundrum

Like um, where's that different cloth niggas talk about being cut from?

Wasn't so they was cutting sewn [?] faux fur by the lump sum

I was descended of everything you pretended to be

Indefinitely my pedigree is genetically embedded in my code You can never been an image of me

You spit pathetically, I spit prophetically

Let it be known I predicted the very way the ending would be

You jealous of the real nigga in me

Incredibly soon as niggas put they pen to the beat

They definitively dinner to me, a killer MC, I better be

I grew up in the motherfucking the dumpster

When niggas try to rob you

You broke and they get pissed off and jumped you

Nigga you would have to go to Skid Row to really know my hunger

Judge me motherfucker

You don't want to walk in my shoes

Lost and confused, talking to booze

Problems so I thought I would choose

A bottle just for solving my blues

It all was a ruse

The amount of alcohol I abused

Was like sipping with your straw in the pool

Couldn't follow the rules

Til I put together all of the clues

I'm reading more just to polish my jewels

Sharpened my views that's positive news

I'm rapping more maybe all of muse

Maybe all in a [?]

When I speak the real gospel it moves

The audience more than all of them dudes

I paid my entire wallet in dues

No volatile fuse, now I Dalai Lama you fools

Ima standstill, reduce a mountain to an anthill

Rocking them all grey Grant Hills

At seventeen I'm dropping [?]

This whole year is getting wrapped up

Like I'm Uncle Murda mixed with Mad Skillz

Still niggas don't rap enough

Whole marketing plan is to be on Instagram live acting up

Snapchat acting tough

Either that a rat known Vlad and it's adding up

Cause fans ain't had enough

Just because a couple real MCs could go gold

That don't mean corporate america ain't got the culture in a chokehold

These niggas still selling they souls, these niggas hoes

Ain't bros before hoes? The bro code

We ain't bros

As soon as you need to get hot you calling one of these hoes

Woah

I'm still in the game, I'm still in my lane

Hundred diamonds still in the chain

I don't even wear it cause I ain't feeling the same vibe when lyricists used to come outside to play

Y'all niggas is lame

I'm still bar raising and I'm still a messiah of a dying art

You are the still star gazing

Still pulling strings like a [?] playing a giant harp

Cigar blazing, lion heart, all praises

They love it when the God flow make moves

If they don't tell you I'm the best then it's fake news

Whether you black is Kevin Hart or whiter than bright Bart

I'm the illest hands down, so I can't lose...

Illest hands down, so I can't lose

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

Gift Rap lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Eating Korean barbecue, downtown L.A

Something's in my heart like Michel'le

Niggas askin' questions, make me just wanna walk out like Kelly

R. [?] the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele

Well they asked me did Eminem drop Slaughterhouse

Did y'all break up since Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse?

Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro

Your energy was zero, see bro

Is there something y'all wanna about?

And if there is don't play the nice dude

Just pull an Ice Cube if it's the right move

They ain't putting your album out?

Damn these niggas got an attitude

Thought we'd be yo niggas for life, where's the gratitude

All these questions they pointing them in my direction

Like the business end of a Smith and Wesson but I ain't stressing

Just came home, I was in Detroit visiting Marshall's session

To be in the presence of one of the GOATs is still a blessing

Fuck yeah

Is it really the end of Slaughter?

Did them niggas intend to pen the hardest shit in the mainstream

And then sacrifice they self to a major label

So underground lyricist wouldn't have to? Is them niggas just some martyrs?

We taking no losses

You're comments are nailing us to four crosses

But you didn't even see the four fins in the water, sharks nigga

I know you want to see the beef but it's over when you see the teeth

Individually and collectively we feed the streets

Taking it beat for beat, we gon' cook up when you need to eat, come on

We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag

And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph

After we signed the Shady contract and became part of his artist staff

Why would we stiff you and leave y'all the tab

After we all called a cab? Nah, we here to give you what you ought to have

Uplift you with real shit so everbody ain't gotta dab

Damn, this make me wanna see my niggas soon

Fly to Detroit just to freestyle in Nickel's living room

Fly to New Jersey, I knew Joey would bring the strippers through

Then hit up Brooklyn, me and Joell gon' sell a zip or two

We the illest crew

Oh man, Slaughterhouse nigga

The gift rap, Merry Christmas

Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa

Happy Holidays, all that shit

Yeah Housegang man, we ain't going nowhere

We the illest crew

Oh yeah, that album coming out bitch

God Bless Dope Rappers lyrics - KXNG Crooked & Spokewheel (feat. Noah King)

[Noah King:]

Ugh huh

Yeah

Ugh huh

Yeah

Watch out

I know how it's supposed to go

But relax though

Yeah

Chwup

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

When the song going 'round like you don't know

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

When the fire burning tires burning whee (Hey)

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers

God bless dope rappers

[KXNG Crooked:]

Ugh

Off the head, let it begin

This is freestyle, I'm the no-ink-pen-kingpin

This is off the cuff, let it link in

That's cufflink dog, let the bar sink in

Rappers falling off the deep end

You gon' be real or fake?

You need to make your mind

You've got a Gucci belt

You've got a Gucci watch

Now I truly understand why you're wasting time

Me? I'm grabbing the cash, baby

I'm rapping in packed stadiums

Spazzing, just ask Shady

And after that fact your lady

Is giving me mad cranium

And I never trust a hater

They devils like Tasmanians, man

Nah, they don't want to play with the skill

Any rapper you name, I will kill

I'm flipping through the magazine

Just another lame with a deal

Tell me - you want the fake or the real?

Huh?

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the song going 'round like you don't know

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Till we die!)

God bless dope rappers

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

God bless dope rappers

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

[KXNG Crooked:]

God bless dope rappers

That ain't art you're making, it don't grab us (Nah!)

I'm from the streets, I roll with fo' sho' trappers

And they don't sing like you, they tote clappers (Pow, pow!)

God damn, you're making the same hits

You roll in the same whip you after the same chick

You talking the same shit

My perspective is record executives

Did plug your neck and injected the same chip in you

Controlling your mind so effortless

But I'd rather talk about my baby neck in this

Ass like a horse plus she's fly

That's why I call her Pegasus

After I hit it, where the breakfast is?

Daddy's little girl

Some ride or die, some won't

Some Erykah Badu, some Erykah Ba-Don't

I like them intelligent with that Erykah Badonk

Real nigga, fake nigga - whatchu' want?

Huh?

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]

What's it gon' be? (What's it gon' be?) (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the song going 'round like you don't know

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

Yeah, God bless dope rappers

When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)

God bless dope rappers

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

God bless dope rappers

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers

God bless dope rappers

[KXNG Crooked:]

Yeah

It's alright

You're tuned in

You're tuned in

Hahahahahahaha

Dope rapper

We had to switch it up, man

A glitch in The Matrix

You can go back to that wack shit now

Hahahahahahaha

Homewrecker lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Ayo

Ayo

Ayo

Ayo

Let me tell my story, this is how it goes

I met my soulmate but I never got rid of my hoes

Late night text turn to late night sex with my ex

She said I know you got a woman just don't bring her to your shows

Cause I'm gonna meet you at your hotel room smelling like a rose

And everything we do I promise not to tell a soul that's goals

I tell my woman I ain't with you, that's until I post a picture

Then she see my hoes leaving hearts in the comments. I tell her them trolls

Lying through my teeth, feeling like a lion hiding with the sheep

How can I say a fly little freak's riding in your seat, flying in the jeep

She be home alone and I be trying to score like Kobe Bryant while my wife is asleep

On the late night like Conan O' Brien I'm just trying to creep

You caught me cheating can we talk it out

I bought you shoes now you walking out

For what I did, I'm a pig

Murdered in my own Slaughterhouse

That's some fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Damn near lost my whole house over some young bitch

Fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Can't even blame the alcohol cause I never drunk one sip

That's some fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Damn near lost my whole house over some young bitch

Fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Can't even blame the alcohol cause I never drunk one sip

I brought you to this party

Cause I don't wanna fight

You end up shaking hands with her

Chick I fucked the other night

If I'd a known that she was there, I would have said let's come some other night

I guess what I'll be doing in the dark is coming to the light, ayo

Damn I did it again

I wanted so bad to win

Temptations by my friends

So much smoke need oxygen

I hope you, your mother, and your broad enjoyed The Quantez Circus

How U Really Feel? lyrics - Crooked I

Week forty something

Ay Dizz, you right on time with this one

Hope y'all enjoyed that Wu-Tang Hulu series shit

(My Brother Dizz Made This)

Yo, tell me how you feel is that really how you feel?

Is that really how you feel huh?

Tell me how you feel

You think these niggas real huh? Think these niggas ill?

Was they really in the field out there grinding for a meal? (No)

Still got the six four on sixteen switches

Ever since the nineties niggas showing out for bitches (Everytime)

Riding in the dump rims thirty seven inches (Skrtt)

Kilo in the trunk that's that finger lickin' chicken

Nigga tell me how you feel is that really how you feel huh?

Tell me how you feel is that really how you feel?

You think these niggas ill huh? Think these niggas real?

Was they really in the field out there grinding for a meal? (Hell nah)

Still got the six four on sixteen switches

Ever since the nineties niggas showing out for bitches (Word)

Riding in the dump rims thirty seven inches (Skrtt)

Kilo in the trunk that's that finger lickin' chicken

This is how I feel when I say I'm independent

I own stock and Glock now I'm really with the bidness

I'm silly with the penmanship I kill 'em with the lyrics, yea

Niggas think they down one clip'll lift they spirits

Grinding all night to get the dollars up

Tell me is it possible for me to be tired of insomnia?

COB no hiding from the mafia

Fuck with us I'm finding ya I don't care a if you go to Yugoslavia

Body ya leave part of your body in Narnia other part of ya in Saudi Arabia good bye to ya

Only got poppin' 'cause I thought I could escape shit creek

Now I been on yachts since niggas was rocking Nautica

Me and my baby mama 'cause she cold as a blizzard

Every top dog need a queen shout to SZA

Me and King Tech took a trip to see the RZA

He asked me to write some shit for his series 'cause I'm a wizard

Doing interviews for the culture it's win or lose

This culture has been abused by vultures you niggas choose

Making wack rappers famous some of you causal rap fans are Brainless

Fuck it I'm in the coupe bangin' ninety tree Snoop

You don't know how it go though

See a couple informants whenever you post the photo

California culture gang members in a low low

Tongans and Samoans some Filipinos and Cholos

I be rolling dolo

Doing what got me here

If a enemy try to stop me I pop him won't drop a tear

And I once had beef with a psycho named Michael

Until I put a clip on Mike like a lavalier

Really?

Is it really how you feel? Is it real huh? Tell me how you feel

You think these niggas ill huh? Think these niggas real?

They wasn't in the field out there grinding for a meal?

Still got the six four on sixteen switches

Ever since the nineties we been showing out for bitches

Riding in the dump rims thirty seven inches

Kilo in the trunk that's that finger lickin' chicken

Is that really how you feel?

Huh?

I Can't Breathe lyrics - Crooked I

As you can see right now, Times Square is covered with protestors. There's about 20 riot cops over there. Other groups have joined and are converging here in Times Square. Today is the ceremony for the lighting of the Rockefeller tree and there's police officers swarming everywhere to make sure the protestors do not disrupt that ceremony that they're having. There's hundreds and hundreds of protestors right now, in the streets right now, blocking all traffic, a huge number. An announcement that the cop who killed Eric Garner was not indicted by the police department

They tell me I'm resistin' arrest

But I'm only protectin' my breath, I can't breathe

The cops hate a black man to death

They tell me that mentality left, it didn't leave

See bein' black come with a price

Sometimes we gotta pay with our life, our family grieves

The grand jury never indicts

The grand dragon's wearin' his white, true indeed

No justice, no peace again

I won't trust the police again

Another black man murdered

In the streets by police, he won't hug his own niece again

So what's a black mom tell her son?

"They might hate the mere sight of you

So no, I can't buy that pellet gun

They might try to Tamir Rice you"

I guess the Devil's job is never done

Respect the value of my life too

For me change may never come

Cause I can't change into a white dude

Cops workin' with the prosecutor

Prosecutor manipulate the grand jury

Grand jury say it's no indictment

Send the community into levels past fury

Protestors on the sidewalk

They say Eric Garner was choked here

I say we burn this whole shit down

But won't nothin' change when the smoke clear

That's cause the system is broken

Another victim of a chokin'

By a modern day lynch mob

The cops probably wished they could've roped him

How many tears gotta fall?

How many peers gotta fall?

The cops kill instead of capture

A black man of that stature

How many fears were involved?

How many cheered what they saw?

See, equality's the problem

How many years 'til it's solved?

I think somebody want a race riot

But hip-hop isn't swayed by it

Too many black rappers sellin' out

You white rappers shouldn't stay quiet

(Put your hands behind your back) I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe

They tell me I'm resistin' arrest

But I'm only protectin' my breath, I can't breathe

The cops hate a black man to death

They tell me that mentality left, it didn't leave

See bein' black come with a price

Sometimes we gotta pay with our life, our family grieves

The grand jury never indicts

The grand dragon's wearin' his white, true indeed

I can't breathe

I can't breathe

I can't breathe

I can't breathe

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

If I Was Dre lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Yo Silkk

Yo Chris

I was just thinking man

If I was Dr Dre what the fuck would I say man?

(What would I say?)

I really ain't got shit to say

(Nothing to prove)

3 empires

Biopic of the century

(No debate)

Billion dollar business deals

(Y'all seen it)

I'd probably say some shit like this right here

Fuck it, let's do it then

Will I change music again

That depends on what mood I'm in

I can fuck the game raw

Smooth without using lubricant

Til it give birth to a new class of music you niggas students in

They all wonder about that Doc shit

What is it that he on?

Is it rock shit?

Jump in a mosh pit like the Kings of Leon

Nah nigga, it's my shit

Only thing I'mma be on is whatever I wanna hear me on

That hot shit

The same shit you know me for

The same shit these bitches blow me for

Even that lonely whore that you thought was only yours

I'm on the same shit I was on before

On the court

Doing it for the block

Emeka Okafor

Balling

I got the club leaning

Like it's a drug fiend

And I got the thugs squeezing on they snub thinking

About they upbringing

When I'm upspeaking

About that Compton life

We doing it for the dollars

Nigga fuck sleeping

Speaking on sleeping

You're sleeping on the biggest threat

Til I got your body of work bleeding on the internet

I'm sick as an emphysema patient

Blowing smoke through the hole in his throat

Chiefing on a cigarette

Even though it's in his neck

No other way to say this nigga

You fucking with the greatest nigga

I disappear for a minute

And I got that quiet hush money

Now shut the fuck up and pay this nigga

I'm back

(Yeah)

If I was Dre I'd say some shit just like that

(Just like that)

Let these niggas know

You can't fuck with me, man

(Never could)

And then I say some shit like this

(What?)

Soon as they heard my footsteps

Niggas start ducking and the button ain't even pushed yet

Bitches heard I was coming back

And it made they puss wet

I ain't even tied up my chucks or lit up the kush yet

I ain't even told my adoring public

That I got something for 'em

Hardcore and rugged

And of course they gonna love it

And of course I'm regulatin' like Nate

Getting that paper like Warren Buffett

If it ain't about paper, it's a foreign subject

I'm pouring buckets of champagne

Black bottles nigga

Toast to God

I'm music

I'm black Apollo nigga

I laid the blueprints

You rappers have to follow

It's my shoe print I left behind to guide the path for all you niggas

So I don't care what your people sold

He couldn't keep his soul

Sold it for a piece of gold

The billboard is calling me Grim Reaper

Because I put the album charts in a sleeperhold

When I switch into ether mode

Getting money before you could read and write

I count it in the dark cause I get it faster than the speed of light

All you got is rapping

I be on my Phil Jackson

I keep winning without the bullshit

And I don't even need a mic

But if it's on then it's on

It's that Don Dada shit

What if Capone did a song

It's that Godfather

Park in the top

This Impala rockin' wallabees

Walk in the top

On my Rockwilder shit

I'm back Cali

Yeah, I'd say some shit like that (real talk)

If I was Dr Dre I'd say some shit just like that

I'd say you niggas couldn't see a picture of me man (not at all)

Only competition is in the mirror

That's the only real talk

And then you know what I'd say before I leave?

Compton

If You Ever Hear Me lyrics - Crooked I

The world lost a luminary recently

It's name Hip Hop

And it drowned from to much [?] and champagne

What the hell happened to you Hip Hop

Artist with names like, Terminator X and

Furious Five And Niggas With Attitude (NWA)

Once preached about social awareness

And political enlightenment

When did fight the power

Become "Wait til you see my Dick!" [*Laughs*]

I started off in this game, heart full of high hopes

Young and naive, Notebook full of fly quotes

Critically acclaimed, they say Crooked I's dope

Doper than white coke, walking a tight rope

Trying not to fall, this industry you see it got traps

Record executives rape you with those paper contracts

Got my first deal and they pulled out my arteries

Shot me in the heart I mean they killed the best part of me

Ask me to be a gimmick shitting on my artistry

Ain't nobody hard as me! Fuck being RnB!

Told you crooked go hard, told you it's a G thang

Told you fuck that auto-tune shit unless its T-pain!

I like Lil Wayne, cause he's Lil Wayne

I like the game cause he's game and we ain't the same

You need a little variety on your spice rack

AnR's want me to change so I don't like RAP!

Ask me for ringtone song homey I might snap!

And treat my automatic weapon to life snack!

A lot of rappers let it slide but I fight back

Cause 99% of hip hop is quite wack!

So you can hate me or get back on the right track

Either way I don't give a fuck! and its like that

Yeah its like that, used to be a nice cat

Last year I was sick of this music now I'm twice that!

Do you remember the first time

You heard P.E.?, NWA and B.D.P.?

Do you remember the last time

You heard Kool G, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim & Erik B

You ever hear

2Pac and B.I.G

You ever hear

Big Pun and D.O.C

You ever hear

Big L, Eazy and Ice T

That's Where we will be

If You Ever Here Me!

You like rappers in shoot-outs I really been through em

I swear to God I could have did the 50 cent to em!

A little guidance from Dre, let Jimmy mentor em!

Instead my enemies witnessed my semi spit for em

I could have did the Snoop, I'm from the beach homey

I could have did the Eminem

I'm a beast homey!

Look at the word play I use in the chorus

The verse way, over your head I confuse a thesaurus

I'm worth cake! Making moves in the torus

You smoke weed?

I got so many tree's you'll be abusing the forest

We serve weight

While executives in music ignore us

In the first place

Fuck! Fugitive warrants!

Id rather have a lucrative future in touring

On my first date stupid supporters

May I first state my news to reporters

Yo, I'll call a press conference to say FUCK rap!

Then go to the radio station and let the GUN clap!

I spit like a hundred Kanye's and 3000 Andre's

Still I'm stuck HERE! Where the thugs at!

Magazine covers tell you were my buzz at

Everything you do to get a big deal I done that!

Do you remember the first time

You heard P.E.?, NWA and B.D.P.?

Do you remember the last time

You heard Kool G, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim & Erik B

You ever hear

2Pac and B.I.G

You ever hear

Big Pun and D.O.C

You ever hear

Big L, Eazy and Ice T

That's Where we will be

If You Ever Here Me!

Yo

I give rap stars a blind folded cigarette

They kick me of they videos sets

Because I'm a bigger threat! (fuck em)

Hate it or love it I thought nothing of it

My nigga chuck tried to bring me to the mainstream public

But its back on the block where the Glocks be poppin

Selling Orange county's ya'll call em oxy cottons

Selling purple syrup and kush, while the cops be watching

Hit the studio with guape we clocking off the boulevard

I wanna live legal buts its so expensive being the leader of the underground!

Shine when I come around!

Standing in the VIP with Russell and Jay- Z in Vegas

And didn't do it from selling a CD! (no)

Everywhere you rappers go, you gone see me! (yo)

A hood star with or without the TV!

Play me in your whip I'm so I'll you'll get car sick!

Now Id rather spill my pain over guitar licks!

Flying a mosh pit, something like a star ship!

Rap till your heart skip a beat, but on some dark shit!

You AnR's wanna trap me in this hood life

Some say its my past affiliation with Suge Knight

Me and Suge parted ways along time ago

Didn't think you labels would react so vagina though!

I don't know

Maybe I'm a big flop

Maybe I should end this nightmare with a quick shot

Maybe I should join Eazy-E, Pac! And Big Pop!

Maybe I should say FUCK HIP-HOP!

Do you remember the first time

You heard P.E.?, NWA and B.D.P.?

Do you remember the last time

You heard Kool G, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim & Erik B

You ever hear

2Pac and B.I.G

You ever hear

Big Pun and D.O.C

You ever hear

Big L, Eazy and Ice T

That's Where we will be

If You Ever Here Me!

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

It's Up lyrics - X-Raided, Ras Kass & KXNG Crooked

Hello

Yahtzee

What's up Technicians and all others

We in this muthafucka celebratin X-Raided, his release

It is up!

I love it

Is it up?

Yeah it's...

Yeah I'm talkin' about is it up, though?

It's up, up, up

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

When It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, It's up

(Goin' down) ugh

People love to Monday morning quarterback

Yeah

On what you shoulda did

When you too scared to go outside

I live in the wilderness

Psychopaths live to kill

Everybody kill to live

I'm somewhere in the middle

Tryna build a bridge and fill the fridge

All I hear is squealin' pigs when peelin' wigs

Kill at will

So kids better chill, better get real

How do knees standin' still on your neck feel?

Completely disrespectful

Expect the flex, though

Fuck the world

I'm hypersexual

Got the sauce, that's extra special

Comin to collect dough

Comin to collect mo'

Comin' like corpse with the necro

Then I'm comin back like a echo

Check ready set go

I'ma be gross for the net, though

Plus he always got petro

Just can't hide the fact that I'm geto

All my niggas slime like ecto

Grab a Tec-9 play connect fo'

Zulu voodoo shoot through ya best bro

That's neuter retro

Who blew your noodle?

I'm who to google

They pseudo intellectual

Your crew is poodles

We futile retinal

Bring my own cordless mic to your next show

You should get low

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

When It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, It's up

Ugh

What's up, nigga?

It's up, nigga!

I enter the atmosphere moving at 10, 000 mph like a UAP

One of the dopest rappers on earth you never heard of

No matter who you may be

You're only unaware due to censorship

All of your favorite rappers love my penmanship

It isn't a coincidence that I'm from California

I am the Nimitz incident, bitch!

I carry a semi-gun

Public Enemy, uzi weighs twenty tons

Advanced technology, my chronology originated from Area 51

Do you discern dark matters?

I had a collision at CERN

Have you ever had to choose between either jumping

Or making a decision to burn?

(Going down!)

In a 9/11 Porsche (in a Porche)

My G is beyond 11 force (force)

I'd rather be doing time in Leavenworth

Than be Knocking on Heavens Door

Guns & Roses on the mic

Start to glow and become explosive on the mic

Every rhyme you write got a ferocious overbite

Pull your teeth and let you body decompose overnight

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

When It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, It's up

Ugh

What's up, nigga?

It's up, nigga!

Ridin' 'round with a barrel long enough to hit a nigga in another city

Enemies are creeping, trying to come and get me

But they coming with me when I dump a semi

In a Hellcat, that's another Hemi

I'ma down a nigga like a cup of Henny

If he fucking with me

If he touch a penny of my money

Let a bullet run up in him

Boy, you ain't fly as me

Flyer than a flying guillotine in the Ming Dynasty

Big watch on the sleeve blinding him

Keep eyeing me

Complete irony

I don't rap, I just speak violently

As I read from a street diary

Long Beach is on each side of me

Beach pride, it's the east side in me

(Eastside!)

My murder weapon is a microphone

Niggas probably thought I had a rifle on

On the block spinnin' get my Michael on

I'm in Babylon witta Bible on

In The New Westament I belong

Every time I write a rap I got a nigga running back with his Nike's on

I Bettis like Jerome when I write a song

Right?

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up

(Goin' down) ugh

When It's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, it's up, It's up

Ugh

What's up, nigga?

It's up, nigga!

Kane Street lyrics - KXNG Crooked x Jonathan Hay (feat. The Visionary and The Architect, DJ Manipulator & Louie Gonz, Toon)

[Toon:]

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

How you want it when you want it I'm a smooth operator

Time is of the essence and I won't keep you waiting

Something's got me so excited

Your presence gets me so delighted

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

[Kxng Crooked:]

Everywhere I go I spit impeccable flow I

I'm so high on your top twenty list and you know I

As soon as you put my skill in question an insurrection is interception

Kiss the rectum with lip injections

Fake niggas play grave diggers them niggas resting

With imperfection and misdirection

Coming in this direction

Cross me and get hit like six pedestrians

Walking across a busy intersection

Bitch I'm flexing

Friday the 13th walking down Kane Street

I flame beats, I'm thinking until my brain bleeds

Knock them out at the Apollo

Damn I should have played Creed

Heavyweight we ain't the same breed

You assholes, this is a different plateau isn't that so?

Get the cash flow with the rap flow

Light my cigar like Mr Castro

I'm futuristic dog bitch I'm Astro

[Toon:]

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

How you want it when you want it I'm a smooth operator

Time is of the essence and I won't keep you waiting

Something's got me so excited

Your presence gets me so delighted

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

[Louis Gonz:]

Me and you aren't the same nigga

Charge it to the game nigga

Better stay in your lane nigga

In the streets everybody call me Kane nigga

And all the hoes call me big daddy

All the hoes call me big daddy

All the hoes call me big daddy

Too smooth like a mutha-fucking cream Caddy

[Atlas Jenkins:]

These funny rappers is really just dummy actors

I'm back and I’m body-slamming and smashing you muddy maggots

Commence to slappin and bodybaggin you bastards

Commit suicide, I'll gladly thank you assholes

Y'all dudes higher than a dick running comedian sucking helium

Rubbing it out, pissed off cause she ain't feeling it

Y’all on some Louis CK shit, fapping ya dick while I rap

Ya sister slapboxing her clit quick

Hotbox toasty

But looking mostly like a dead coyote rocking Guy Fieri’s goatee

(Eww! That’s roast beef!)

I’m coked out on Kane Street

Doing jazzercise in hammer pants

Albino avalanche, whipping a stolen ambulance

[Toon:]

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

How you want it when you want it I'm a smooth operator

Time is of the essence and I won't keep you waiting

Something's got me so excited

Your presence gets me so delighted

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

[SitoCrazy:]

Culebra culebra siempre buscando mi cena

Yo usando mi lengua como so fuera una antenna

Yo le hablo al cielo pero tambien las estreyas

Gratitude for my blessings

Porque si vale la pena

Toma

[Toon:]

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

How you want it when you want it I'm a smooth operator

Time is of the essence and I won't keep you waiting

Something's got me so excited

Your presence gets me so delighted

Back to life, back to reality

Living my life, cruising down Kane Street

LA Leakers (Freestyle) lyrics - Crooked I

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

Lie To Me lyrics - KXNG Crooked & Spokewheel

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Coz show business is a motherfucker man

A circus from the start, workin on your art

I be spittin verses in the dark, perfect coz I'm smart

But it really hurt you in your heart

When you never see your name when you searching on the charts

But is it really about that?

Somebody just heard my song on a soundtrack

They said it saved they life, you count that?

Hell naw dog they don't count that

Nobody give you a Grammy for taking care of your family

Nobody give you a Grammy for saving lives on the mic, no

Maybe that's the award, I stay asking the lord

"Shall I give up on my rhyme flow?"

I'm watching time go by, eye for eye

The game shot me down now I'm clapping at the game thinking "my oh my, why oh why"

Is being better a curse, niggas rapping the same

I Grind Or Die, that's G.O.D

Fam biz in the back that's C.O.B

This industry ain't meant for me

So I play in a different league

Wise move like Ice Cubes 3 on 3

I escaped that maze full of lies

I'm well known but my fame in disguise

Dominate rap shows by the name Van Gogh, prolly give me all my praise when I die

His paint brushes cost more than his pictures

When he was living out his portraits would hit ya

For like a million you could worship my scriptures

Or better yet just bury me on a war ship

Salute the general Crook, open my lyrical book

I ain't even hearing a physical and niggas

Is shook

Give em a look, ride down my side on my size brain

Now you reside on a high plane that's where your spirit is took

Hold on

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

A lil kid starts rappin

I was elementary age way back then

My love for the shit was so pure wouldn't see a spec of dirt if you wiped it with a napkin

Hold up, before the strap back in

Before the trappin, before the captains or trap men

Hold up

I would transport homework in my jansport

Lil dude backpackin

Hold up

I see myself on the porch, headphones on

Scrolling through the source

Before the biz knocked me off course

Before they killed that lil kid no remorse

Yeah, you see that child right there

He grew up in the hood yeah it's wild right there

But he knew he would escape it

If only he could make it

He perfected his freestyle like yeah

Got my first deal, got my first wheels

Paperwork say the deal was worth mills

Show my baby momma how a Louis purse feels, before I start smokin church hills

It was never hard getting pretty women but I never had this many

All the bitches in the club used to front now they wonna have kids with me

Shit switched so instantly

Kinda hard for a young nigga

Especially one who ain't got no father figure

So how can I process it all when I'm hanging with the gang members

Sippin hard liquor, sippin liquor when I'm hanging round the hood

Smoking on cigars like I'm hanging out with Suge

Got a contract still gotta stay strapped

God damn, thought I made it out for good

JackBoys think of robbin my chain

Record labels steal the thoughts in my brain

Taking L's like my credit card on xbox

Guess I gotta charge it all to the game

Left death row, niggas died around me

Left slaughterhouse, fans cried around me

Talkin bout the old ain't the vibe around me

I feel like the ropes still tied around me

A shooter walked up and he tried to down me

I feel like the whole world tryna drown me

LBC east side to downy

They know me in the streets and inside the county

I'm a legend on my coast take that!

My legacy you will never take this

I know some rappers that slit they wrists

Suicide coz they couldn't make hits

Think I'm lying they don't talk about that tho

Cover it up go out the back door

I think about it when I'm at my rap show

Backstage im going over my rap flow

I heard a voice say you aren't on fire

Get the mic man it's time to go live

Step on stage in front of the crowd

I think you motherfuckers already know the whole vibe

I grab the mic and say "YO YO YO"

Lost, lost, lost

I got a woman at home and some kids and they don't know bout nothing I go through

None of the shit I do

I'm fucking lost...

Make Me Better lyrics - Crooked I

Yeah

Hip-Hop Weekly, C.O.B. (C.O.B.)

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I

Ow (Treacherous Records, ha ha)

Yeah

Next week we doing some old school shit, ha ha

I'm still taking requests, hit me on MySpace

Guess what?

I'm Mr. Hip-Hop Weekly

And fuck all copycats, get guac freely

Yes I embody that, dig hot breezies

In the back of a Pontiac that was parked in a laundromat

Pimping's not easy

Shouts out to Fred Hampton Jr. in Chicago

Shouts to Bishop Brigante in Toronto

I'm a mercenary, squeeze it double quattro

Cover your meat with the shells for the cheese like a taco

I go straight to your crib if you pushing weight

When you get home I might be the reason that your bush'll shake

I pop out, my Glock find a place to put your face

White tee bloody as an apron around a butcher's waist

Like them baby back joints stacked on top of each other

Ribs are touching, no stopping a brother

Strip nigga, now go lay on top of your mother

A sick nigga, it was a hobby to rob me a sucker (yeah)

I'm about to ride around to Biggie's "Ready to Die" shit

With one of you maggots tied up in the trunk, now that's some fly shit

My heart dark as the inside of your eyelids

Bitches try to gas me, Crooked I's too hybrid (ow)

Yeah, I spit like a Long Beach Pharoahe Monch

Keep your eyes on the sparrow when the double barrel launch

I'm g'd like a character from Robert De Niro's Bronx

Tale, hell, tell me why the hell I wear a watch (huh)

Cause when it come to time, I'm so far ahead of mine

I can tell you ahead of time you need some better lines

Like eleven times seven, I'm

Seventy-seven times better than whoever rhymed, never mind

Yeah, I ain't gonna even educate you niggas right now

Crooked I man, gangsta MC, C.O.B. (Circle of Bosses)

Shouts out to my dude LG in Brooklyn (brrap)

Yah mean

Shouts to my dude Dylan Dylinjah (pow, pow)

We made history baby, when you was on Bad Boy and I was on Death Row

We recorded a song together

First Death Row and Bad Boy collabo since all the bullshit (you know)

You know what I'm talking about (ha ha)

We rode through the streets of LA together baby

You know how I do it, pistols motherfucking up

20s on Benzes (yeah)

C.O.B., Crooked I, yeah

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (ow)

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (yeah)

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I'mma, I'mma, I'mma (ha ha)

Yeah, short and sweet

What's the motto? See you next week

My Time lyrics - Knox Hill & KXNG Crooked (feat. Samad Savage)

Samad, kick it up, yeah!

The clock's ticking, I stop and listen for oppositions

My thoughts quicken, they cock the big guns, the plot, it thickens

Just came from blocks where a lot don't have a pot to piss in

But they don't listen, they gentrify it and profit difference

Extend the distance, who's benefiting from mending fences?

These politicians so bent they don't bend for riches

Look there, now they are burning bridges while men are drowning in rivers

They wave, while they shippin' business but we are down with the fishes, woah

I'm from a system, where the prisons are set from poverty lines

I'm just a product of the products and commodity crimes

There is no appeasing the weak, I need a release

The peace in these streets is when they reaching for heat

But me, I'm reaching for shine, I feel like Icarus, a wicked twist

I lit the wick, I'm injured in the devil's grip

While many fell to clicks, I'm triggered, I'm sick of the doubt

So put the figures on my head, you will never figure me out, don't even count

Ru- Running

Race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losing's one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Put your rollie in your pocket, the jack is a pocket watch

And blow armed robbers to NASA, I walk with a rocket launcher

I awkwardly talk to God, "Father, I'm not a monster

I'm a product of this block shit", snare, snare

I pop shit (Owe!), got the drum under the chopstick

On this Knox shit, catching bodies like a mosh pit

Under the Moon where the clock tick, that's a lunar tick

You'll get it later, but watch this

Click, click, pow, my time's tickin', my mind's different

Design's specific, line's divine, lines that rhyme with it

It's scientific, combine vivid lyrics

That make your thoughts travel, your mind's trippin'

A one of kind ticket to your future self, Em said "Lose yourself"

You chose other people, this time choose yourself

It's mind-numbing not to find something to live for

Get your justice from that blind woman, your time's coming

On God

Race-race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losings one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Debit less, no credit fix, where fiends won't fail to misuse

They settled on a corner with magazines, they ain't sell an issue

Told 'em not to meddle with it as the lead excels through tissues

Said that I will never miss, ironic I'll forever miss you

While you was in a cell I feel I bailed, all we had was distance

Then you took a hit, your liver failed, but the habit didn't

Had your inhibitions, I'm so mad I didn't listen

Life was grabbing my attention, shoulda had an intervention

Shit, breathe, take a hit again

My mind state at the tip, that shady shit, I hope they miss again

If man invented time then let's rewind it just a little bit

I'm sick of always feeling like a middle man

When death'll take the innocent and life'll fill the minutes in these minute men

Who Boston/Boss-Them, Massachusetts/Master-Choose-It

Don't cross, my passion, lose it

It's real when I pack the jewels in

You deal but you bastards usin'

Hit Crooked, now pass the music

I'm lit when I'm rapping to it

Breathe

Ru- Running

Race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losings one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Officer Kill A Nigga lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Blue Klux Klan

Squad up

They call me officer hate a nigga, I hate you niggas

Pray to white Jesus, why he create you niggas?

I'm here to erase you niggas

I blew the nose of the sphinx, I even hate you ancient niggas

Man, I hate you niggas

I hate niggas: real niggas and fake niggas

I hate trill niggas and snake niggas

Fuck a rainbow, gay niggas and straight niggas

We brought you right over here in that slave ship

Ripped the skin open with that slave whip

You better behave quick

Thinkin' cause a monkey's in the White House, that you can be on some brave shit

Your momma was my maid, bitch

Take you alive, or hang you in a court

Or shoot you niggas down and plant a taser by your corpse

Or choke you out illegally, I'm flagrant with the force

You niggas out of pocket, just like Django on a horse

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, we don't give a fuck

We hate you, now super soak that hoe

We hate you, super soak that hoe

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, we don't give a fuck

We hate you, super soak that hoe

We hate you, chopper, super soak that hoe

I won't deny it, go ahead and ride it, but you don't wanna fuck with me

I got a gun and a badge on me

I won't rest 'till you R.I.P

Yeah, vandalise my patrol car, ain't that a bitch?

Go 'head and set it on fire, I ain't paid for that shit

Martin Luther said pray for peace, I ain't pray for that shit

I thank the Lord for James Earl Ray on the day he was hit

I'm eatin' donuts, thinking of a master plan

Like how to kill Sam DuBose and Sandra Bland

I told y'all, I hate niggas

Even Tamir Rice; underage niggas

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, I don't give a fuck

I hate you, now super soak that hoe

I hate you, pull out my gun and super soak that hoe

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, I don't give a fuck

I hate you, now super soak that hoe

I hate you, pull out my gun and super soak that hoe

I hate niggas, I hate niggas

Real niggas, fake niggas

Gay niggas, straight niggas

Even Tamir Rice; underage niggas

Officer hate a nigga from the Blue Klux Klan

Super soak that hoe

Fuck you black ass niggas

Pac & Biggie lyrics - Crooked I

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Because it's cob everything, homies know the meaning

Caucasian or black, [?] or belizean

My father never knew that he had million dollar seamen

I had to find a way in, got more family than [?]

Drugs in my deffo, bitch I'm on my hustle

Stay on like a biceps but goons on my muscle

Grind plus hustle like scrappy let's call it grosses

I'm doing bizness with asians, essays and blood [?]

Grown on the west coast, that's what I'm the air to

No one can compare to me I say what you scared to

I don't dance much, and motherfucker funny hair due

Listen hair dude, I'm in my grizzly and you bear fool

Yeah, the kid grew up in the hell hole

Took that fire put that on tracks minus the railroad

How many joints in your elbow?

Your arms, hell no what elbows are pound of weed for sale though, in hell

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Legendary as pac and biggie, harrio and ricky

Selling sounds all the pounds, the stereo I sticky

Is it rapper trap money, the scenario is tricky

Either way that it go, when I'm buried you won't forget me

No matter what you heard it's my motherfucking dominion

Take your ass hole and shove it up your opinion

The menace and flow, even my [?] is call me the genesis

Cause I've been the truth from the beginning

I'm bar raising, cuban cigars blazing

White european whip call it my caucasian

From starvation to becoming the leader of a dark nation

Move quiet like I'm park mason

My hood credit is good, I'm [?] visa

I move through the belly of the beast like magnesium

You could be a star, I'm a be a tsar

Black cesar, forget it, I'm iller than amnesia

Remember

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

I'm on my long beach shit, alcohol in my dining

A mafiozzo outlaw, a somalian pirate

I'm a molotov cocktail, involved in a riot

Flames burn you fuck boys, till all of you quiet

Cob on that junior mafia shit for real though

In this bitch deep like an 18 inch dildo

Haters check my passport, I could put everything you want in my [?] sport

This is a man's sport, you gotta have an iron stomach or you're [?] from the highest summit

The top I see bodies flying from it

I love this game I just study the science of it

The [?] coming, 100, let me tell you again nigger.

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name.

Playground lyrics - Hi-Rez, KXNG Crooked & KR$NA

[Intro:]

Oh my God! Is that rez

[Hi-Rez:]

I don't give a damn bout celebrities all of them dead to me

Hollywood devilish, I feel the energy

People were testing me fuck what you said to me

Word to my memory, keep that intensity

You lack integrity, this is my destiny

I am so heavenly, don't want you texting me

I was depressed ain't nobody that checked on me had to invest in me

I got the recipe Mr. Krabs. I just been cooking up in the lab

I do not dance a little dab after a little dab

These rappers been telling these children its cool to pop pills

And that sex is appealing and labels just push it they making a killing

They selling you lies the devil is grinning

You selling your soul for some money and fame

You still end up broke you a dummy you lame

The realest they end up with one in they brain

You always just looking for someone to blame

People are dying mothers are crying government lying

I know they spying, tapping our phones

They playing with fire pretending they God they changing the science

I am a lying and you are a sheep they silence the ones that been thinking so deep

People asleep, you gotta creep, before you get cancelled for making a peep

People too brainwashed, I got an army like k-pop

You being used, don't run from the truth it can be seen by ray charles

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

(Dollar Sign)

[KR$NA:]

Agar main gira toh utha, Peeche na dekhu aur kabhi nahi rukta me

Dollar hai naam me laya iss game me change

Par rakhta nahi khulla ya chutta me

Banay sabkuch hi khudka me, hater ke zehen mein sui jaise chubhta me

Dega tu daga toh jaladoo tarazu tula par kabhi nahi jhukta me

Chahe spit karoo angrezi, launda me desi, badaldi saari ye game

Why they be talking all crazy then they all swayze

Ask 'em to back up their claims

Boy I was born in the 80's, ya'll are some babies

That be out playing with flames

Find me in front of your homes like katie

Holding' 380, ready to aim

I could just kill them with silence but I'm in the booth and I'm finna get violent

Bout to say phuket (fuck it) like I'm chilling in thailand

With 3 white girls- giligans island, skills infinite, ye toh mere bin blinded

Saare kyun bane fir militant minded?

Cheeze jo boli maine gaano me

Wo toh mene kari bhi hai jaise ye dominican islands

Got that heavy metal if they really acting gangsta

Eddie vedder with plenty cheddar, might just attack n shank ya

Letting off that lead zep might mega-death ya ass in anger

So you know my style be more-rockin' like it's from casablanca

Paisa fenka, ye style hai mehenga, no looted jewels

Ain't for convos, I throw more combos than rubik's cube's

Apne family ke liye stand-li, par me na koi kubrick dude

Me sabse upar, sitting in a stupor (stupa), like a buddhist tomb

[Hi-Rez:]

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

[KXNG Crooked:]

The world is my playground, get up ima never stay down

I'm from the era of putting that work on the greyhound from LA all the way to 8 mile

We know everybody want to be the realest with the lyrics

Till I pull up on the instrumental hit them with the illest shit

I ever fit in a sentence you dealing with a killer when I look up in the mirror

It's the only competition I can see though, you all on my nuts like a speedo

Every time I do it freestyle nft style did it like beeple

Put it on vevo see no evil ima keep it g though with my g bro

We gone put bars in your car like repo we flow like

Fucking your side bitch when it's below zero we are the cheat code

Sorry I spit too many lines I'm just here to make your brain move

Cause they paralyzing too many minds, I'm just here to make the game move

Heard the same shit too many times, high power Glock at the flower shop

Now you cowards got to give me mine don't think you ain't

Bitch I spit with colloquialisms focus and listen

I'm fixing to overdose and go kobe on this one

I don't even like the flow in your writtens same bullshit a rodeo give them

Shoot them all with the long nose so real boy I pinocchio victims

Come and get your neck broke to the rhythm ignorance but I cloaked it in wisdom

Crack bars like dope in a prison, that's literally coke in the system

Spelling like dolce gabbana up in benihanas I got me a tokyo vixin

With no inhibition baby give me throat in the kitchen

And blow me with no intermission... Listen!

[Hi-Rez:]

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Real Friends (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

Conscience boil, boy you

Come to L.A the cops want to dodge your hat

Got the shoppers for ya

Why did I do that?

Defend that practice like a doctor's lawyer

Or a Georgetown hoya

A double entendere for ya

Without rhyme skills

You got the conic career time kills

I'm just a [?] watchin' a clock destroy ya

I'm still here, Crooked sit on the kxng's throne

I still know this hoes ain't loyal

Just like that Umar's ringtone

Yeah bad and boujee is the theme song

But I never put pussy on a pedestal that my dream's on

Like Mart' Luther, got the heart of a leader

True to the art form

Like little Michael Jackson pouring out his heart to Maria

Hits on my soul departs with alias

The true speaker, I wish Barack would've pardon Malia... fuck it!

I spit in the dark makin' harder to see 'em

The booth even darker than rooms that photographers be in

The reincarnation the king... is an honor to be him

I bury artist like artefacts I should start a musseum

'Cause this is, fly MC'ing, Cashmere pea coat

I came hard at 2016, but that was last year's deep throat

This year I'm sonin' niggas so watch your father put the game to sleep

And rape it, until you're damn near T.O.,

The number one spot is what I'm commin' after

I'm in the strip club turnin' up with the mumble rappers

But I never fucked with actors, since I was young and active

I hung with nothin' but low key ballers than humble factors

Was got tell pages and brick phones, big chrome

Tuck by the hip bone, 66 bones sittin' on gold Daytons

As asses on...

Is on my DNA to rep the west on you haters

But sometimes I hate the way we sound

Even our best songs

That's why I wish Pac' would've had his vest on in Vegas

But, as we proceed, to give you wwhat wwhat

Yyyou you mee

Shouts out to...

Hey dub C, what if you threw a toones day?

Come together every year in L.A, playin' what toones played, (RIP!)

I'll be right there with C.O.B. my for life crew

Yellin "rest in peace Ricky Harris and Big Syke too!"

So much trouble in the world nigga

Can nobody feel your pain

Sometimes the weather's similar to the cash throw family

That's a never ending rain, but the sun is shinin' 'gain

And a mist of millionaire entertainers who're tryin'a bane

I'm just fine in my own lane, so I can remain Kxng!

I still squeeze steel and spit the hot science

50 cent and meek mill dream chase of die tryin'

I ain't lyin', sometimes I feel like I'm recitin'' in asylums

With visions of dying' after firin' my iron at the siren

'Cause I'm ridin' with more heathens than 21 Pilots

You sleepin', the floor'll open up anyone eye lids

When it's done the shoes won't be anyone size fits all

All sharon lee legacy, 'cause the shit he's done is ice men

And the city done, really comes with pretty young side chicks

Silly dummy the city wants my shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

Forever C.O.B. let's win

Peace to the grinders

Active let's go

Get the fuck outta here