Crooked I - Vibe Wit a Bo$$ (Week 3) lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Eastside Crooked I, C.O.B. until I die If they say I'm not a boss, n***a that's a damn lie Where my Gs in this b**h? Bring California back Where my Gs in this b**h? Bring-bring California back (x2) [Verse 1: Crooked I] You can ask rich boy cause he know He seen us walking 50 deep through the casino Long Beach Eastside, n***as yelling (Ay!) Dynamic Certified, them my n***as (Ay!) C.O.B. is worldwide get it right (Ay!) In Sydney, Australia ask DJ Age On the freeway switching lanes, 3 AKs On my way to the PJs, Crooked ain't changed Westcoast, dirty South, East I'm tri-coastal Flow is so anthrax cause I goes postal When I goes postal the mail goes global Remy in my coke, that's who iced out my logo Candy-painted Chevrolet pulling out the crib, yeah Long Beach fitted cause I get it how I live, yeah Big a** .45 poking me in my ribs, yeah That'll show you barbers how to part a n***a's wig, yeah Still on the block even though I got papes Catch me at hop where my n***a pop gates Real n***as love me because I'm not fake I just want some unity and let's clock cakes Shouts out to my n***a Stro', Gla**es Malone Me and Bishop in the booth rocking microphones I f** with Guerilla Black, Reggie where the Realest at? You can ask Chino, Sway and Tech, them the realest cats Yeah I f** with Spider Loc and Game, you ain't feeling that? What you want me to say, I got love for both them n***as, black Coniyac the X-O, Aftermath, d**h Row Treacherous is here, now let's here it for the West Coast Misfit, Hostile Clique, my n***a Tiny Style Hobo, Long Beach Bam, how you like us now? Enemy of Morticia, Big Chan and Sylk-E. Fyne Kola Loc and Diamond, Yo-Yo you in your prime Yukmouth and Keak Da Sneak, rest in peace 2Pac DK and SKG, what up 40 Glocc Bullet Loc and Brotha Lynch plus my n***a Ras Ka** Lil J, Shorty K, Tip, Coco Loc and Badazz Mamey Gun, South Central, Little C-Style and Living Proof On one and Horseshoe (Ay!), realest n***as in the booth (Ay!) Wolf Wanggg and Hussein, Nook Dog and LC Bo Rock and Show Shock, damn I love the LB Siccmade, EC Uno, my n***a QP n***as down in San Diego doing it like some true Gs Big Syke and One-2 down there from the double 9 True hogs, young hogs, damn I'm running out of time Jim Gittum, Komplex, hottest on my project Big Fase, Hot Dollar, Stacee Adams got next Eastwood is self-made, Chase and Self Scientific Iman and Sinful, love to hear my n***as rip it Ya heard? Off the head, my freestyle flow Just a couple of motherf**ers that I know Who West-representing? [Adlibs] [Verse 2: Crooked I] It ain't my fault I'm so cold on you nothing hoes Momma taught me about hoes, see a woman knows A real woman knows exactly how the fronting goes I let you lie, let the truth remain unexposed Peg legs and canes couldn't make a n***a lame See I ain't the n***a trying to get some p**y with his chain Hollywood-a** n***a trying to drop names My n***as is real, they taught me that boss game I could change your life, baby if you roll the dice My n***a, Pimpin' Leprechaun he gave me some cold advice "What do you tell a b**h with two black eyes? You don't tell her nothing, you already told her twice" Game from the pulpit, come and get anointed I don't hit a b**h I just say I'm disappointed Then make them bend backwards like they double-jointed Got to do it for poppa, man they can't avoid it [Outro]