T.I. - Crown Me lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that Cook it till its solid white tell ‘em hit that Big fat Os of that solid hard git that Those like your blow on a boulevard knit sacks Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that n***a with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back Now I'mma move it five days, n***a, 6 max And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps 40 cals, Sk's with no kick back Get you get your sh** sacks right where your dicks at And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back While we sprayin all you n***as sayin git back Duck down n***a, naw what now n***a You was talking plenty sh** but you ain't tough now n***a You don't know the click, I gotta enough wild n***as that'll Hit you then drive you to another town n***a, dig a Hole throw you in it for a half a brick a blow Rappin' and movin' is all you n***as know Swear to God these n***as true f*gs, certified douchebags [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Yea You don't know what that new Glock do You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2 You don't know what the grind is like or that new rock do You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full Chump, you don't know what that oo op do Have your block like oo aa oo Who shot who Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you I hop in a coupe and do my do I pimp most of these b**hes, really open these b**hes Ask about me, you thought really Tony was vicious Man I'm that times 2 So please homey, cuff your b**h and let that guy through Let that guy move Let that guy go Man that guy crazy Let that guy know Cat got rabbies Yea mac got Amy Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies I lock the block down Like a jailhouse lockdown Cops found, razors in the mattress I let the 8 boop off at your face dude Have you coming out the speakers like the base do I'm a mothaf**in beast and animal 2003, the street's new Hannibal Man I show you what the piece and hammer do Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you Let the 8 spread, off at your face head Watch your face shead sorta like snake's shead I'm guerrilla, born lion hearted, ape bread Zoo minded, eagle eyed, beetle side, snake head And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you All that just to shoot you Fall back, this sh** is cuckoo [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Cha ching, I'm in Bling my rims I sing they spin But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins Cus they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall From the ceiling to the floor With a feeling when you ball Make your mom cling 'Im into don things Don Dom, Donna Karan, Don Cornelius, Don King But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery Hard body, body hard doggy f** up your bodyguard Dolly call us the shotty ma Yall'll call up the squally squaw Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa Right in the hamerstein Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast Knight sticks tear a** Cuff ‘em and chief goes Damn gun that he reach for Hammer hit with the cheap blow Man its nothing I eat those Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce I'ma straight boss, great loft, great Porsche Golf course, race horse, Aqueduct, Ray Soft And I make one call to get the p**y poppin' Call your girl, pop that p**y wanna p**y pop And a hoochie split it, doogie hit it, b**by hit it Her b**by want her back the coochie, play saluchi wit it b**by at this thing, damn he all moody with it She ain't all that in that car I say Suzuki civic I make a movie with it just to get my point across Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force Mommy, come join the boss Stick your tongue out and Toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse Once again I gotta tell you that the boys are coarse I employ the force Half a mil on lawyer cost k**a!