Crooked I - LA Leakers lyrics

[Intro] 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 The COB shirt, then it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast Let's go get 'em Face of the West Coast Let's go get 'em Face of the West Coast Let's go get 'em Face of the West Coast Let's go get 'em [Verse 1] L.A. Leakers, Justin Credible SourMILK, let me show you how I'm built I started off of van meese full of loud noises Then I hit the B.E.T. Cypher Had to show the world how wild them Southern Cal boys is Had to give rappers in the underground voices Then we dropped "The Illest", that ghetto hook with B.I Then I had to murder the remix with Yelawolf and T.I Slaughterhouse is hot as hell, y'all on that same ol' But I'm like Samo, before you knew him as Jean-Michel Basquiat; guess what I'm trying to say Is that I'm still on the streets with it Walking with my Ghandi gun I'm so at peace with it Please get it correct, Crooked's a beast with it Flying off the turnbuckle, have you crying uncle like you and your niece did it Uh; show me a n***a who's sicker than incest Beats get f**ed royally like sticking a dick in a princess Would say I'm pushing weight like a n***a who fixing to bench-press But that sh** older than Oprah, I told y'all I been fresh Yeah, I goes off You slept on me, n***as dozed off I get it jumping in this b**h like a pole vault Plus my dough talk like I'm the owner of Roc Nation Because I'm a cold boss On the Leaker show Don't play this for seven days and watch 'em say sh** was all good just a week ago God of the West Coast Know the flow nice When you're signed to Shady/Aftermath And used to be on d**h Row