Horseshoe Gang - We Started This / B.R.O. 1 lyrics

[Hook: Kenny] This is who it started-st-st-started with This is who it started-st-st-started with SSUTT SSUTT, C-O-f**in-B, we started this This is who it started-st-st-started with SSUTT SSUTT, C-O-f**in-B, Dice, Crook, Julius and me and D started this SSUTT SSUTT, C-O-f**in-B, Dice, Crook, Julius and me and D started this [Verse 1: Demetrius] We started the C.O.B religion Are you ridin' with C.O.B or Christians If C.O.B was a vehicle, we the crew with the key in the ignition And we started it, C.O.B is driven C.O.B is the DMV, givin' out permits to hit and flee That mean in the C.O.B commission, you need permission to hit em I'm trynna to get a Mil tick Add 4 zeros to a hundred n***a, real quick [Verse 2: Dice] Real quick n***a, real f**in' quick We a vehicle, the Shoes is the wheels on this b**h Yeah, Crooked left d**h Row then started this COB sh** Goons of the west coast, wild like a mosh pit Read all about it, this is front-page news We callin' rappers out who got unpaid dues My n***as is with the business, n***a don't get it twisted I cut my braids off, I ain't with sh** gettin' twisted [Hook] [Verse 3: Julius] This is the reenactment of Jay Hova Reshootin' emcees, finna do the takeover man The way the COB on, you think we were sellin' records But we ain't got no checks from records, n***a check the records Started out slow but look how we now movin' Our movement is the sh**s n***a, call it bowel movement So we gon' run the score up on you n***as, we don't give a sh** Game over! 0-100 n***a, real quick! [Verse 4: Kenny] Dropped out my momma's circle, in the Circle As a kid I was sick with the verbals Bustin' raps while I played with Ninja Turtles Now I love a different type of green with the purple Not that Donatello, that marijuana fellow When I use the word "high", it's not a different kind of "hello" My team goes hard, no holds barred Don't f** with no hoes, that's my no hoes bar Gotta let these n***as know [Hook] [Demetrius] The brothers started this sh** I'll be yo motherf**in' bro Dice is my motherf**in' bro Kenny and Julius my bro Crooked's my motherf**in' bro B-R-motherf**in'-O Best rappers out Best, b-best rappers out Best rappers out Best rappers, y'all know In real life, they can't f** with the brothers on that mic, nobody, y'all know The best rappers alive came from the same womb The same coccoon, raised in the same room Small room, lyrically puttin' crack in the street Concrete rose us from the same crack in the street We all bloomed, we all got talent too A mix between Michelangelo and Maya Angelou And Michael Jackson too, the rap Jackson Five But f** them other Jacksons, we Michael multiplied [Julius] When it's Crook n Shoes, they call us Crooked Shoes I can't walk a straight line, full of booze Let's get this understood We grindin' til the Earth burns turn to f**in' soot Can I get another SSUTT? We do this sh** the way brothers should "Drum Murder" video, matchin' black hoodies, brotherhood Growin' up together taught us how to k** booths "Grow" and "up" together, we the real "group" [Dice] The bro's gotta school yo, that's the point we been stressin' But can't press the issue on the bench, that's bench pressin' But speakin' of benchpressin', we keep our bars up But still out here on every corner like a Starbucks I know you motherf**ers hopin' we'll fall off But me and the bros ride til the wheels fall off Whether we walk or run, stand up or fall Over here it's all for one, one for all [Kenny] My momma was a rider, father was a drug dealer Older brother was a Crip, guess that's why I'm thug n***a Ask me where I'm from? No. This is Crip or Blood n***a Tell me that a n***a got beef, shoulder shrugs n***a We can take it to the damn streets, throw on gloves n***a Not too quick to give up my connect, but I may plug n***as Bratt, sh**, we're them f** n***as at sh**, give a f** n***a