[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Hot damn why I gotta be so
Hot damn a n***a got street flow
My man I'm sick in the cerebral
Sixteen bars worth more than a kilo
You know my steelo, chrome desert eagle
When I drop by say hi to my amigo
Give 'em two shots and I don't mean a free throw
This young n***a living by the G code
Haters talk that sh** but I don't give a f**
Say you better than me then where the money what
Funny what a motherf**er gotta say in an interview
But I bet that punk ain't running up
C.O.B. n***a that's the clique
You don't like that s** a ma**ive dick
Watch the plasma drip all on your Reebok Cla**ics
When I'm letting loose with that Jura**ic clip
Now I'm looking for another a** to kick
Mark a** rapper I crack your b**h
Have that ho showing a** and tits
Playing my song saying that's the sh**
I don't know why you comfortable f**ing with me though
That's when my pistol get to singing like it's Ne-yo
Walking through different parts of my city I'm a hero
Let me tell you again it's C.O.B. ho
Crooked I do that sh** the west way
Weed from Jamaicans, coke from eses
My Phillipino homey gave me an SK
Want to hear some gangsta sh** then press play
These n***as couldn't f** with me on their best day
Especially n***as who boney as an x-ray
That ain't no diss homey that's a segue
Buy the album Boss of the West (ayy)
Off probation how you like me now
Pistol whipping n***as in Lakewood, wow
Prosecute a man cause he couldn't prove how
That snitch lucky that I didn't go blow
He wasn't worth my bullets and I knew it
He gang banged on me homey that's when he blew it
Beat him in his grill 'til his face turned bluish
Clean up in aisle nine, this n***a's leaking fluids
Enough of that motherf**ing crime scene
Crooked I's all about a rhyme scheme
Bling bling shining like high beams
White tee and TK ice creams
They ask me when I'ma stop using the N word
Same time Houston stop sipping the sizzurp
And if I do it'll be my own decision
Not because of Don Imus or Michael Richards
Sharp to know you can't stop the operation
Don't like rap, good it ain't your occupation
When I spit it's for the hip hop nation
So quit eavesdropping on a hood conversation