Crooked I - Blueprint 2 lyrics

[Hook: Crooked I] C-R double O and K That B-O-S-S is on his way Soon as I drop my album I'ma own LA All you b**h made n***as better so behave (x2) [Verse 1: Crooked I] This is what it do, how you do and f** you Razor in my mouth, switchblade in my shoe Soon as you n***as act b**h made is my cue To part you like french braids and dip with my crew C.O.B. underworld menaces System want to put us young n***as in the mix like Jena Six America been prejudice since its genesis Guilty until proven innocent that's what n***as is I try to understand they fury I put myself in they shoes facing an all white jury And they attitude to me was sour as a Midori Injustice ain't blind, b**h vision ain't even blurry Out by the tree I wanted to sit in the gra** That Louisiana sunshine was kicking my a** Now these students are making racist comments I'm getting hara**ed Damn thought we left that bullsh** in the past Just to piss 'em off I bought a platinum noose I ain't fighting no racist I'm letting that magnum loose I'll leave your prejudice a** leaking that plasma juice And then I f** a snow bunny just to ma** produce I'm in that Aston Coupe There go that rap phenomenon I treat Crenshaw Blvd. like the Autobahn Engine so hungry that it's eating the street n***a the speakers so violent that they beating the beat [Hook] [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm on my way to the Treacherous office (Why?) I got a meeting with the Circle of Bosses (C.O.B.) We gotta take over the game whatever the cost is So all you record executives better be cautious Gangstas don't dance thought I told you boy Going to war, that's when I do the Soulja Boy Jesus piece I iced out Jehova's boy It's over boy, you finished and I'm overjoyed I'm the illegitimate son of Khalid Muhammed Militant tongue similar to Talib and Common Sick as they come spitting like I live to vomit Hollow tip ebonics n***a my sh**'s atomic I saddle up like them wild west cowboys 400 horses n***a 20 inch alloys Video vixens always popping that wild noise For them I got nothing but hard dick and Altoids Speaking of Altoids I'm out to make a mint We got to have bigger dreams than trying to pay the rent You scared to dig in your pocket cause you afraid of lint So when you struggling wondering where your paper went Remember Crooked I you can meet the person Who grew up so f**ed up it had preachers cursing We used to walk 'til our feet was hurting Use sheets for curtains Now I'm balling off beats I'm mercing My side hustle got me and my team emerging Tell the feds s** a dick, hands clean as surgeons Jigga did it first, I had to squeeze a verse in To get them Long Beach f**ing streets a version [Hook]