Crooked I - International Players Anthem (Week 13) lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] Two Glocks in my back pockets got me rocking square pants L7 n***as two-stepping, who wanna square dance When I'm on Patron, you won't even have a fair chance Feeling like I could lift up my whole hood with my bare hands Who would dare glance? I'll have your family holding hands in a prayer stance I'm having rare plans To whoop you like your granny working with a bare branch Barely see you standing over there, ya'll some mere ants I made a half a ticket flipping purple-haired plants Don't see me? I'm relaxing somewhere in France Then I'm in the hood grimey as I wanna be House shoes, white tee, mami right up under me Funny she asked me how to throw up the Eastside Make your fingers look like the number 3 and quit bugging me I'm just playing baby mama, you my honey bee Ass juicier than Sunny Dee, come f** a G Been f**ing with cheddar Diamonds more colorful than Cliff Huxtable's sweater The clique tuck the berettas, the kid's tougher than leather Spit slugs at whoever, sick, rugged and clever Rich, thugging and better than all ya'll styling Give me a penny for the many n***as I semi-ed And I'm instantly Paul Allen, naw ya'll wilin' I smashed enough haters to populate a small island And I'm a hungry dog growling It's the Crip and Blood state, duck when my gun shake Thought I told ya'll, you take five like a lunch break I treat you like brains and call ya'll n***as f**face I come from semen that's why I'm a nutcase Shouts out to Just Blaze, that was good looking homie Said what you said and now all the bad b**hes looking for me One of them took off her True Religions and shook it for me Husband say "Why the f** you do it?" she said "Crooked told me" Hop in the '63 Eastside with me I'm similar to Andre, I'm three times a G The spirits of B.I.G., Left E-Y-E Big L, Pun and Pac reside in me Shouts out to O.G. Bun B I know you don't want me beefing but they beefing with me I know you don't want me beefing but LBC