Crooked I - COB Motto lyrics

[Hook] Sut-sut is the motto Spark up some loud, man, crack another bottle COB deep in the streets like a pothole You know who to follow Crooked Intriago [Verse 1] You are now tuned in, the lens zoomed in The cameras recording, my Concord Jordans Move from the shoes to the Trues to the Gucci belt COB shirt, then it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast Let's go get 'em Fresh flow k** 'em Less momentum for y'all Beats, I vandalize them all Should start writing rhymes with a Sharpie on your wall Wanna ball how I ball? Gotta trip Pau Gasol, that's all That means I'mma ball til I fall n***as mad they ain't in my tax bracket I take the high road, it lacks traffic Gat pack is my bad habit Still I jump in the cypher and backpack it, I'm that active Versatility's the verse abilities Get money but learn humility, you feeling me? Church I willingly work You Little League n***as don't know about them skirts Who be feeling that purple pill in me Head under her dress, f** it, I'm wilding Same reason that Mona Lisa was smiling Top floor of the Ritz I'm looking down at the roof of the Staples Divide the truth from the fables, maybe I'm signed to lucrative label You become one of my stallions, your future is stable I went from the train to the Bentley with the bucket seats For f**ing up rugged beats Thugging in public streets Love it when s**ers speak On the House Gang, you'll be done in a couple weeks Soon as the single drop Go get the Beats by Dre speakerbox while we shine like the equinox You need to not think we going soft, either Keep a Glock, squeeze at you while your people watch Told you it get greater later Don't be a David Stern -- I mean a player hater Wait up -- let's toast 2012 A shot of Ciroc for my people in the prison cell Let's toast 2012 A shot of Ciroc for my people in the prison cell, yeah Free Tray Deee [Hook]