[Intro]
California, you're now rocking with the motherf**ing best
Crooked I
You don't like how I live, ok, bye
You don't like getting money, ok, bye
You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that-a way, go that-a way
[Verse 1]
The world hatin on your boy just yesterday
But like I said that was yesterday cuz hey
Eminem signed me to Shady put me on Interscope
Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope
Gave me the stamp put the check in the mail
Now chicks licking me like an envelope yea I'm in her throat
Crooked about to score I see the red zone
All I need is beats by Dre but not the headphones
Think I don't live right homie you dead wrong
Submarine sandwich I'm just saying my bread long
Walk in the club with a gang of East siders
Some rappers cool I came to be live-er
You claim to be lighters you say you spit flames
You a liar damn dawg change your speech writer
I'm sideways on the hater keep it pushin
Just another Ma**engill p**y who need a douchin
I'm looking for a round a** I need a cushion
I love it when they tell me daddy I need a whoopin
[Hook]
You don't like how I live, ok, bye
You don't like getting money, ok, bye
You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that-a way, go that-a way
You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm hood, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
Now go that-a way, go that-a way
[Verse 2]
I'll be keeping it real because I am real
Yeah some of y'all eating good, but it's your last meal
You the king of the hill but it's an ant hill
I kick it over you over tell me how that feels
It's not an arrogant thing I got a stable of lyrics
And I'll be pimping this pen like Sean Garrett and Dream
If these songs was hoes I'd have a harem like an Arabic king
So beware my team yep
So many wolves you ain't got nothing for me
Nowadays all that champagne popping be looking corny
We got the b**hes on Hennessey getting horny
And they ain't thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning
Yea they love f**in with us
Let them do what they do you be cuffing em tough
See you Greyhound luggage when it comes to the s*uts
Cause they're gon throw you under the bus boy
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
As long as I hustle hard money gon come with ease
And it's child's play call it Chuck E. Cheese
Wanna do it like me go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed
Then run the street with a hundred G's
Goons that is they comin out the woodwork
I would work but that ain't how the hood work
I'm trying to take over the game, B.I.G. and Pac style
Labels try to drop my old sh** cuz I'm hot now
But oh sh** you should stop now
Try to play me on some ho sh** I'll shut your block down
Dirty magazines tell you what my clique bout
Cause Playboy we some Hustlers in a Penthouse
Louis bag full of paper let my chick count
She flyer than a double summersault dismount
Then she swear to God Crooked gonna dog her out
I got a bad rep cuz I'm from Slaughterhouse
[Hook]