Crooked I - Ok, bye lyrics

[Intro] California, you're now rocking with the motherf**ing best Crooked I You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like getting money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way [Verse 1] The world hatin on your boy just yesterday But like I said that was yesterday cuz hey Eminem signed me to Shady put me on Interscope Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope Gave me the stamp put the check in the mail Now chicks licking me like an envelope yea I'm in her throat Crooked about to score I see the red zone All I need is beats by Dre but not the headphones Think I don't live right homie you dead wrong Submarine sandwich I'm just saying my bread long Walk in the club with a gang of East siders Some rappers cool I came to be live-er You claim to be lighters you say you spit flames You a liar damn dawg change your speech writer I'm sideways on the hater keep it pushin Just another Ma**engill p**y who need a douchin I'm looking for a round a** I need a cushion I love it when they tell me daddy I need a whoopin [Hook] You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like getting money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way You don't like how I do it, ok, bye You don't like that I'm hood, ok, bye You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way [Verse 2] I'll be keeping it real because I am real Yeah some of y'all eating good, but it's your last meal You the king of the hill but it's an ant hill I kick it over you over tell me how that feels It's not an arrogant thing I got a stable of lyrics And I'll be pimping this pen like Sean Garrett and Dream If these songs was hoes I'd have a harem like an Arabic king So beware my team yep So many wolves you ain't got nothing for me Nowadays all that champagne popping be looking corny We got the b**hes on Hennessey getting horny And they ain't thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning Yea they love f**in with us Let them do what they do you be cuffing em tough See you Greyhound luggage when it comes to the s*uts Cause they're gon throw you under the bus boy [Hook] [Verse 3] As long as I hustle hard money gon come with ease And it's child's play call it Chuck E. Cheese Wanna do it like me go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed Then run the street with a hundred G's Goons that is they comin out the woodwork I would work but that ain't how the hood work I'm trying to take over the game, B.I.G. and Pac style Labels try to drop my old sh** cuz I'm hot now But oh sh** you should stop now Try to play me on some ho sh** I'll shut your block down Dirty magazines tell you what my clique bout Cause Playboy we some Hustlers in a Penthouse Louis bag full of paper let my chick count She flyer than a double summersault dismount Then she swear to God Crooked gonna dog her out I got a bad rep cuz I'm from Slaughterhouse [Hook]