Horseshoe Gang - Kush Freestyle (Finale) lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Hip-hop weekly reloaded hehe… This is the last motherf**in weekly C.O.B. All-Stars in the motherf**in building… Too many motherf**in Indians in running around in this weekly series sh**… And Im the god damn chief… (HOLLA AT EM! Hahaha) Heheheh - I got Sauce da Boss in this motherf**a, Coniyac da X.O. and the Horseshoe GANG, man (Blaow…Buhp-buhp-buhp) The inner circle n***a… Lets take it to the hood… [Verse 1: Crooked I] This is for my paralyzed homie, he the realest n***a made Fron seat in the car, he catch any n***a fade He goin up top - BINK - leave you in a daze You can tell he an old G by the grays in his braids He tell me Crooked take us all to the T-O-P I tell em Ssut-Ssut C-O-B! [Verse 2: Horseshoe G.A.N.G.] [Julius Luciano] My drug is money, yeah, I get high off every scent So high off every green, by that I mean a monetary lift [Kenny Siegel] Im all about by giff but I'll Brratt-pull the trigga Yall should stay out the wood like you flat-footed n***a [Demetrius Capone] Fast with the clicka n***a, tagtoe ya mother [Dice Dinero] My guns'll wet pussies, wood handle, no rubbers [Kenny Siegel] My clan is so gutta [Julius Luciano] Me and my n***as walkin through the streets like the Beatles on that Abbey Road cover [Demetrius Capone] No father figure, look how the streets turned me I come from cement, not semen, the streets birthed me [Dice Dinero] I overpaid my dues, this game should reimburse me Me and my n***as not just hungry, we thirsty [Demetrius Capone] Mask and a full clip, back on that bullsh** Price, toupee, cash on a fool's wig [Dice Dinero] When the nights pitch black and the moon's lit Might get ya wife kidnapped on that goon sh** [Hook: Kenny Siegel + Julius Luciano] So why would you f** wit us Young n***as plus gun dillas, young sinnas Fast living on the run til the one's get us But we won't slip up til we touch figgas, k**a, k**a [Dice Dinero] f** the world - tatt it on my face! [Kenny Siegel] No escape from the animals, bananas going ape [Julius Luciano] Shots hot as Navada from the gat'll splatta ya cantelope [Dice Dinero + Kenny Siegel] Blat the calicoe [Demetrius Capone] Ima California quake! [Crooked I] 9.0 on the Richter Scale, plus we k**in any snitch you tell (Coniyac get em…) [Verse 3: Coniyac da X.O.] Im cold enuff to freeze llama Chill a sauna, god Ma-the-Mrs-Block-Odonna Forever more beast master, from competitor Above all forever soar, arsenal never flawed Black hawks down, on them n***as with them skirts on Through the scope my murks on (to get in em) On some eat money sh**, change no vegan If beef eatin, Im collectin both for the keepin [Verse 4: Crooked I] Internet trippin cause this my last weekly Now you gotta catch me in Long Beach, Im eastly And my cousin Sauce from Watts, so believe me This Eric Wright sh**, C-O-B easy [Verse 5: Sauce da Boss] Pound sign Smokethatdope, that's what they call me Saucey, aka, Cob Marley Nickel plated pistol with that C-O-B thermal I do it major like Im promotin a f**in colonel The game I lay down, kick stand couldn't stand it b**hes see me and they panties get straight handed Sauce stay fly and I ain't planning on landin I stand out, cuz without a doubt Im outstanding [Verse 6: Crooked I] Psycho, think I need some Prozac yo Sauce tell this b**h something (smoke that do!)… Baby smoke that do, til choke dat throat Like a dick on your tonsils, no damn joke I remember being on the corner, hanging like a throwback jersey on a coat rack low We was so damn broke, til kush gave a broham hope Strong as weed, that'll make an old man croak Now coke ain't the program no We slanging that green and I quote “Smoke that ‘do” Yeah, get that product and push We Obama kush, we used to call it Bush Break it down now... Im complex as Lex Luther, Kobe-esque Im the best shooter, the executer dude with fresh ruger My projects is Fred Kreuger, my nightmares press through the Music, I give the vision of d**h to ya Step to ya, the put the lead through ya Nothin can rescue ya from the possessed David Caress Junior Suicide, picture a beautiful funeral coffin with you inside Gucci tied, the mortician beautified the fact you was brutalized In the blink of a human eye, you was euthanized – BLAOW C.O.B. ain't playin over there Sound like d**h Row when Dre was over there With the Makaveli poster, layin on the chair Yeah, real n***as standin on they square No I in team, but there's a U in US Big difference between U and US – ni**a [Outro: Crooked I] Im outta here, deuces in the air (Peace…Deuces!) Im outta here, deuces in the air (We outta n***a…we ain't f**in with this no more!) Im outta here, deuces in the air (Too many swagger jackers! Hahaha) Im outta here, deuces in the air (Watch what we do next!) Yeah, we don't follow trends n***a, we set trends XXL, Source Magazine, BET and MTV Yall n***as better give respect and salute C.O.B Yo…and to all our fans… #OKBYE