Ahhaahhaaaaa
Whoa
Yeah Crooked
Lalalalala What Up?
It's you boy, yeah
Rollercoaster rims I see you
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Where we at on this one?
Hold On...
Yeah, Crooked got ears like DJ Premier's
He came in here just to replace the queers
My heat waves for fear
My clique is so deep
We roll out cause traffic on the freeway for years
If we changing gears, getting' ghost on s**as
Paint a picture for the bread, draw toast on f**as
Most won't touch us, both coasts love us
Me and my south n***az cause grown folk ruckus
Man, mof** 'em all
With this big glock
You can see a trick shot as if you was in Rocker Park
I'm a thug in the heart
Drama on my momma, n***az love when it start
Damn slugs in the spar
Just do your dog with a chopper after gasoline vodka
The condition we leave you in is gonna puzzle the doctors
My hustle is proper, I'm trouble for coppers
The slug will drop ya quick, for tryin' to f** with a mobsta
These n***az can't squad but thank god
I keep a 38 ride, that'll blow you to cape [?]
It ain't odd that my money bank wire look like I done a bank job
With my sunny state squad
Crooked move out in convertible impalas
Pistols under the Pistons reversible Ben Wallace
No bullsh**tin' my purpose is big wallets
Sippin' purpose herb cause it's perfect with hypnotic
I told you n***az I was coming for your a**, and I'm here now
Watch out a real n***a do sh**, I got my own Record Label and them s**as is
in fear now, It's more than music