Crooked I - Cruisin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] Hot damn why I gotta be so Hot damn a n***a got street flow My man I'm sick in the cerebral Sixteen bars worth more than a kilo You know my steelo, chrome desert eagle When I drop by say hi to my amigo Give 'em two shots and I don't mean a free throw This young n***a living by the G code Haters talk that sh** but I don't give a f** Say you better than me then where the money what Funny what a motherf**er gotta say in an interview But I bet that punk ain't running up C.O.B. n***a that's the clique You don't like that s** a ma**ive dick Watch the plasma drip all on your Reebok Cla**ics When I'm letting loose with that Jura**ic clip Now I'm looking for another a** to kick Mark a** rapper I crack your b**h Have that ho showing a** and tits Playing my song saying that's the sh** I don't know why you comfortable f**ing with me though That's when my pistol get to singing like it's Ne-yo Walking through different parts of my city I'm a hero Let me tell you again it's C.O.B. ho Crooked I do that sh** the west way Weed from Jamaicans, coke from eses My Phillipino homey gave me an SK Want to hear some gangsta sh** then press play These n***as couldn't f** with me on their best day Especially n***as who boney as an x-ray That ain't no diss homey that's a segue Buy the album Boss of the West (ayy) Off probation how you like me now Pistol whipping n***as in Lakewood, wow Prosecute a man cause he couldn't prove how That snitch lucky that I didn't go blow He wasn't worth my bullets and I knew it He gang banged on me homey that's when he blew it Beat him in his grill 'til his face turned bluish Clean up in aisle nine, this n***a's leaking fluids Enough of that motherf**ing crime scene Crooked I's all about a rhyme scheme Bling bling shining like high beams White tee and TK ice creams They ask me when I'ma stop using the N word Same time Houston stop sipping the sizzurp And if I do it'll be my own decision Not because of Don Imus or Michael Richards Sharp to know you can't stop the operation Don't like rap, good it ain't your occupation When I spit it's for the hip hop nation So quit eavesdropping on a hood conversation