Crooked I - Dancin' on Your Grave lyrics

Broadcasting live from The Mint room! (THE MINT ROOM) SSUT SSUT (x4) (COB!) [Hook: Brevi] We ain't afraid of gettin' dirty 'round here Layin the sand middle finger in the air (Yeahh) Anticipate when the rain gon' come Dancin' on your grave, covered in the ssuutt Covered in the ssutt [3x] Dancin' on your grave, covered in the mud [Verse: Crooked I] Put a deuce up, when Crooked cruise up- I pull a coupe up, bullet proofed up You bullies tool up? Fully full what? I've been on California corners- Longer than the bottom of a hookers shoe- I'll f** a dude up! I'm so proper with the chrome chopper.. And if my hand gun is horny, don't think I won't co*k her! co*k-a-roaches better phone coppers If I get shot I call my own doctors A stone cold COBster.. You n***as playing with this G sh**? It's different levels of this street sh** Automatic heat spit, maggots picked the wrong one to beef with And Perez Hilton won't be the only f*ggot in deep sh**! The ratchet hit ya like a Packer tackling Steve Smith Or leave the clapper, and get it Crack-a-lackin with these fists! Peep this, got chronic cloud for your weed spliff My street team pushing more loud than Steve Riff! Biggie died when they laid son to rest It's like the Industry blamed us labels running from the west! I decided to invest street money and it brought success I was thinkin, "f** Execs, 'til them f**ers cut the checks!" So, what does that sh** mean? It means I risked doing 16 to bring you these 16's.. I grew up with, n***as who threw up sh** Gang bangers, hustlers, all I used to f** with.. Charcoal Murcielago, parked oh at the Wilshire Margot Arco, hoes gas me up, way faster than the car go b**hes yell, "Mr. Wells Fargo, he's rich as hell.." Let the cigar blow, I don't tip 'em well Crooked? He's different he tipped the Richter scale.. I'm an earthquake, I'm the best ever in the first place Unless June 16 is your birthday! (R.I.P. PAC!) (Chorus)