Crooked I - I'm Throwed (Week 2) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's different ways to rock this motherf**ing mic man You got your regular rhyme schemes You got your off-beat flow, your double-time spit If you don't know how to rap each and every f**ing way How you calling yourself an MC huh? Yeah, Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, C.O.B (C.O.B. n***a) Treacherous Records is in the motherf**ing house We doing this one early, you know why? (Why?) [Verse 1: Crooked I] Motherf** D, motherf** M Only X I know is triple X fo' sho My white T is Pro Club and it's hanging extra low Disrespecting the west, the Smith and Wesson check the ho Pookie from New Jack, smoking them Chris Rocks Bullets in your mouth, now that's how you lick shots To the tick tock big rocks in my Slick Rick watch Sick drops, n***a this is hip hop b**h That's right, you don't like what we rap about Keep wrapping your mouth around your crack pipe (haha) Put your lips on them p**y lips I beat up last night Since his a** in the dark, f** him with a flashlight Motherf** D, motherf** M Only X I know is Malcolm X and O Yes, Professor X, Sadat X and X.P.A.N.D. but DMX a ho, nuff of that crack head With that said, I'm looking for the spineless For Ruckers' finest I'm yelling motherf** Imus You know what his crime is, same as Michael Richards And I'm looking for them timers cause Crooked's about to get ya I'm taking it to them d**h Certificate days Dodger hat, Rhyme Syndicate shades King Tee dookie rope, where I'm from young n***as get paid Drinking liquor just to piss on your grave, West coast n***a Back it up whenever God's gift spit it If you want it you can get it, I'm so Todd Smith with it I hop, skip, pivot, you not sh**, you pop sh** My Glocks spit shots quicker than clocks tick minutes Don't want it, don't start it, chrome pistol won't target Won't miss you, go on spark it, tearing through bones and cartilage Putting n***as on glow in the dark sh** A ghost floating over they own carca**, f** I goes hard b**h Eastside Long Beach 'til I f**ing croak No joke, aye Wolf Wanggg what up loc This is C, this is R, this is double O-K, this is E-D You n***as ain't f**ing with me [Ad libs] Hey you, you with the gla** dick in your mouth If I ever ever ever EVER catch you disrespecting the West again We gone slap the monkey-sh** out your punk a** C.O.B n***a...crackhead You can't even say "crack the motherf**ing window" around this f**ing junkie n***as say crack the door and he start looking on the floor And f** Imus too