Crooked I - Funky Piano lyrics

[Intro: Bishop Lamont talking] Yeah. What's up Rev? Haha. Bishop Lamont. This is for them n***as out there The wack n***as...perp-perp-perpetratin'. Bishop drunk again. Hahaha, yeah [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Some cool sh** for the Bishop's anthology And when I'm done don't expect no apology Stupid motherf**ers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em I'm from the east side of Carson, California I'm just anxious to whoop some a** Wack rappers talkin' sh** I'm smackin' you f*gs Rainbow strip down the side of your whip Lyin' rap magazines how you used to be a Crip Oh what's the word? You fulla sh** And you light skinned hairy tricks stay off 'Pac's dick The nerve of n***as There's too many to diss Yeah, murder you n***as but all the rhymes won't fit Backpack n***as up on 5th Street dicks Now they back, wack rappin', claimin' 6-0 Crip (L.A.) You got a problem No problem I'll solve it But my name, motherf**er don't involve it Cause it can get ugly, turn Whoopi, here's The View No sherm but I'm Tookie, put tips on you Magnum .357, knock it I can group the heat co*k the hammer, pop any too big MC West coast, I'm runnin' it holmes I've raised you kids You come out my group home You crazy kids, I got too much ammo So start beef with me and get played like a f**in' piano [Scratch Hook] "Funky piano" [Verse 2: Crooked I] Do rae mi But I don't sing motherf**er When it come to lyrics I'm the king motherf**er Crooked I's clockin' some cash, rockin' a mask And if you run up I'm glockin' ya a** Put your ugly face under an oxygen mask "Damn who did you like that" is what doctor's will ask Who's the king of the coast? n***a you not I'm real enough to ghost write for the ghost of 2Pac My brother caught a couple slugs when them dude's shot We shot back and them dude's drop We hit the emergency room, blood drippin' in his tube socks I hit the studio (made a banger for your boom box) Cause that's what me and Rev do best We drop DJ's and MC's and started the new west Another hit for you Sambo's You gay Liberace n***as get played like a f**in' piano [Scratch Hook] "Funky piano" [Verse 3: Stylztik Jones] Stylztik give you more bars than a Vegas strip I evaded a squad car just to make this sh** Fightin' agent to the law like it's Matrix 6 And I'm amazin' by far with a sacred gift From a ancient hood where the hatred is Puttin' dead vagrant bodies in a vacant crib I'm probably playin' Miles Davis Black & Mild blazin' Leave a n***a achin' from the ankles to the cranium It's crazy round here so I act bi-polar Polar bear Express over tracks I ogre Eat ocra, keep doja, teach cultures End a n***a career if he need closure Go dumb on beats like I'm from east Oakland But I'm from the A-1-A, my people stay in motion Motivated with music and I'm so emotionless Flowin', open oceans up just like Moses did I'm appalled, you rappers that say you hard And I clap at you n***as just like it was applause The Fats Domino, Stylez playin' the keys All you fat head n***as wanna play with Steve Rev said he's sick of MC's, I'm the antidote The rest of y'all rappers gettin' played like a fonky piano though [Stylztik talking] Yeah. That's right. Rev you playin' these dudes like Herbie Hanco*k On the keyboard. But you on them Techniques Cuttin' and scratchin'. You understand. Hahaha