Crooked I - California Love 2011 lyrics

[Hook: K. Young] I don't feel like turning my speakers down Got a bad b**h sitting right next to me Two friends in the back pop ecstasy, ohh That sound like s** to me Now I'm fiending on her body I don't even know her name She whispered in my ear Said baby call me Mary Jane Smart than a motherf**er Where'd she get her brains from? [Verse 1: Crooked I] Loaded as hell, I'm on this coconut Ciroc leaning A 100 % alcohol in my pops semen Living the life of a COB star Hands behind my back, cuffed up in a squad car, a dropped charge They try to show me another meaning of hot bars Spent a whole summer in a cell cause the block's ours Ain't nothing changed since Pac was with Dre Coppers today wish they could lock us away in Guantanamo Bay Call us domestic terrorists, get us out of the way With no trial or delay, but no your honour, you ain't getting me Cause even if I break the murder code I bet I keep my hands cleaner than a Germaphobe I'm trying to rule the world, I'm trying to turn the globe With the palm of my hands while I'm getting Kurtis Blow Life is too short so I keep a loaded pistol Born to mack, two stepping to blow the whistle Ass stripes to whistle now I'm so official C.O.B. is my religion, Cash Over Brizzles And I put that on a good book I'm preaching to the choir Let me get a Ssuutt Ssuutt [Hook: K. Young] [Verse 2: Crooked I] They call me Mr. Chase-Money, then I taste honey Women ain't dummies so b**hes wait for me Gotta make cake man get a damn job That'll make her hit you with shake weight handjob You're smoking Prop 19 playing Call Of Duty She work a 10 hour shift, she better call your beauty Maybe it's your own actions that brought her to me Your broad's a cutie, it was a wrap when I saw the booty She Wade Phillip'd your a**, now man listen You wouldn't have got fired if you had some ambition Lazy dudes a**, what the heck does he mean? Stay on the grind like the teeth of an ecstasy fiend Regular thing, the deck could be mean You expect to be King when every Jack's s**ing your Queen Play your cards right, I gotta play mine right I got a hard life and I don't need a hard future Light my cigar like I'm Winston Churchill and record all night So many punchlines in my 16's, they'll bar fight Go ahead hate Crooked, you ain't got to love me I teach you n***as to rap if you teach me how to dougie When I'm gone I bet you they paint a mural of me Them verses be cracking them mirrors n***a my lyrics ugly Uglier than me pulling up on your grey ? With my Beretta popping your fake leather Talking more reckless than sixty ? Cause talking reckless like sixty Mayweather When you shoot it just make it way better Yeah, I might be married to this hellish business But the hood is my jealous mistress n***a