Crooked I - Deep Cover lyrics

Yo, my speech is awesome, I'm a creature walkin' Through your graveyard, I'm about to eat ya coffin The streets are talkin', show plenty caution So many bosses in my city, Long Beach is Boston I'm like the scenes they feature Ethan Hawke in Training Day, I aim and spray heaters often Leave the hero role for Peter Park and Clark Kent And see a marksman, stone colder than Steven Austin Speedin' off in a level 3 Jeep Call it my vietnam vehicle I acquire via auction Ima be alarmin', squeezin' nina rossen Til ya fall out like you sufferin' from heat exhaustion Sleepin' with the fishes, speakin' to freakin dolphins Sinkin' off in the pacific, you and your cheesy walkman d**h by def rhymes while I'm in ya speaker talkin' Tell the officer the murderous sh** I'm speakin' off them You pray for easy stalkin' I'ma k**er creepin' through the fog when you in the park with your breezy joggin' I don't need be joggin, I'm ions beyond, every peon get peed on, and ima keep it bossin' From Battle Creek to Loftland I battle each, zap, jab, rattle teeth, body shots that'll keep'm coughin' Got a cold low blow, that'll beat your balls in That'll teach you n***as my audacity's appallin' Y'all is all actors like Steve Seagal And Stephen Baldwin but me I keep evolvin' A G with the secret sauce, hoes - we be doggin' See me in the blingy cross, flows keep me flossin' See me when you tee me off, Ima leave you in a seizure Then I'm squeezin toss-in, make sure the ringers lost in I'm in Vegas, at the venician ballin' With a bolesian skeezin' and kadisha, I'm beatin drawers in They say I'm a leader, with a preachers callin' Cause I started C.O.B. and got some real G's to fall in Yeah, say I got a preacher's callin', now all my real G's Fall in