Crooked I - I'm Throwed lyrics

Intro: Yeah There's different ways to rock this motherf**in' mic man You got your regular rhyme-schemes You got your off-beat flow Your double-time spit If you don't know how to rap each and every f**in' way, How are you calling yourself an emcee, HUH? Yeah, Hip-Hop Weekly, Crooked I, C.O.B. Treacherous Records is in the motherf**in' house We doin' this one early You know why? Verse 1: Motherf** D Motherf** M Only "X" I know is triple X fa sho My white tee is pro club and it's hanging extra low Disrespecting the West, a smith and wesson check the hoe Pookie from new jack, smoking them chris rocks Bullets in ya mouth, now thats how ya lick shots To tha, tick tock big rocks in my Slick Rick watch Six drops, n***a this is Hip-Hop, b**h That's right, you don't like what we rap about Keep wrapping your mouth around your crack pipe Put your lips on them p**y lips I beat up last night Since his a** in the dark, f**ing with a flashlight Verse 2: Motherf** D Motherf** M Only "X" I know is Malcom X, and oh yes Professor X, Sadat X, and X-Pand But DMX a hoe, enough of that crackhead With that said, I'm looking for the spineless For Rucker's finest, I'm yelling MOTHERfu*k IMUS You know what his crime is, same as Michael Richards I'm looking for those timers, cuz Crooked's 'bout to getcha I'm taking it to them d**h Certificate days Dodger hat, Rhyme Syndicate shades King Tee dookie rope, Where I'm from, Young n***as get paid Drinking liquor just to piss on your grave West Coast n***a Back it up whenever God's gift spit it If you want it you can get it, I'm so Todd Smith wit' it I hop, skip, pivot, you not sh** You pop sh**, my glock spit shots quicker than clocks tick minutes Don't want it, don't start it, chrome pistol on target Won't miss, you gon' spark it, tearing through bones and cartilage Putting n***as on glow-in-the-dark sh** Ghost's floating over they own carcus f** I goes hard b**h! Eastside, Long Beach, 'till I f**ing croak No joke, ay Woof Wang, what up loc! This is C, this is R, this is double-O K This is E, D, you n***as ain't f**in' with me Outro: Hey you, you with the gla** dick in ya mouth If I ever ever ever ever EVER catch you disrespecting the West again We gon' slap the monkey sh** out your punk a** C.O.B. n***a Crackhead! You can't even say "crack the window" around this f**in' junkie n***a say "crack the door" and he start looking on the floor And fu*k Imus too See ya next week