Crooked I - Do It Like Me lyrics

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Crooked I - Do It Like Me lyrics

(Verse 1: Crooked I) Fresh tats on the neck, Ghetto smile on the face Hennessy is in the cup, Pillsbury on the waist 20 G's on the wrist, Haters better give me space Bosses don't give a f**, Long Beach is in the place Yea what's really real, Y'all know the dealy deal Silly sk**, Got my necklace froze on chilly chill f** chrome give me mills, Crooked say what he really feel You Milli Vanilli n***a that's your achilles heel Me I'm in them White Tees and them ice cream sneakers I'm a cream fiend for the green I might seem eager Me and my team on the scene with 19 divas Taking over the streets it ain't a pipe dream neither Why you looking mad? You Ain't have to mean mug us Cause the whips shut down dumb magazine covers Jealous cats feeling like they have to bring ruckess But without sipping syrup that strapaline s**as (Hook) If you want to see me you can find me in the back of the club with my hat down And if you really grindin' let me see you reach into your pocket pull a stack out If you wanna beef than I can reach for the side of my hip and pull a strap out Plus I got my gangstas in the place low kep in case you wanna act out (Verse 2: Crooked I) This is how we do our thing, We walk in the club deep Chicks digging a n***as slang, love when a thug speak Hollywood shades on, spittin' at them young freaks Pull em' off the dance flo', Put em' in the front seat Yeah my whole crew wild, Hustle at the [?] New smile, 20 carrot grill what it do now Crooked got a new style, Stop him who shall? Stick together, get the cheddar, imma show your crew how If it's money go go, If it's paper go go go If it's fetti, cheese or deneiro you better go go Do it how I do it and, Ride how I ride and Roll how I roll then, You can follow me come on I hate them n***as on MTV, Throw up a W but you never see them in LBC Or CPT, or SC where do you be? We wouldn't see your face if it wasn't for BET That's not me (Hook) Light Dodger hat stupid low, Medallion with dumb bling Coupe cause foolish doe, 10 diamonds in one ring Tease from the swap meet, Thuggin' on the club scene Teflon the block heat, wearing it like sunscreen Yeah what the deal is, Crooked been the real biz Still is, Whole crew hungry we can feel ribs Sick whips and ill cribs, Nope I don't feel pigs Please don't pop off, ya boy boy peel wigs Yeah I'm from the home of the Chevy Impala car keys Still I gotta park my Ferrari under the palm trees It's a brand new day on the west, Not to hate on the rest But eh stay on your best, Okay (Hook)