Ahhaahhaaaaa

Whoa

Yeah Crooked

Lalalalala What Up?

It's you boy, yeah

Rollercoaster rims I see you

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Where we at on this one?

Hold On...



Yeah, Crooked got ears like DJ Premier's

He came in here just to replace the queers

My heat waves for fear

My clique is so deep

We roll out cause traffic on the freeway for years

If we changing gears, getting' ghost on suckas

Paint a picture for the bread, draw toast on fuckas

Most won't touch us, both coasts love us

Me and my south niggaz cause grown folk ruckus

Man, mofuck 'em all

With this big glock

You can see a trick shot as if you was in Rocker Park

I'm a thug in the heart

Drama on my momma, niggaz love when it start

Damn slugs in the spar

Just do your dog with a chopper after gasoline vodka

The condition we leave you in is gonna puzzle the doctors

My hustle is proper, I'm trouble for coppers

The slug will drop ya quick, for tryin' to fuck with a mobsta

These niggaz can't squad but thank god

I keep a 38 ride, that'll blow you to cape ?

It ain't odd that my money bank wire look like I done a bank job

With my sunny state squad

Crooked move out in convertible impalas

Pistols under the Pistons reversible Ben Wallace

No bullshittin' my purpose is big wallets

Sippin' purpose herb cause it's perfect with hypnotic



I told you niggaz I was coming for your ass, and I'm here now

Watch out a real nigga do shit, I got my own Record Label and them suckas is

in fear now, It's more than music