Suge's West Coast-Crooked I

歌手 : Crooked I

专辑 : Say Hi To The Bad Guy

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:39

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TXT Suge's West Coast-Crooked I 文本歌词

Huh, representing the

West, check it out

Alright relax your mind, blow a blunt be free

You now tuned in to the sound of the new

Row Gs You claim you know us, (you know us), plus you think you can rap

Well you're tired, (you're tired), so go take a nap

Yeah you know the

East, I get funky with lines

Mic check 1, 2, and spit it out my mind

The E.A.S.

T. is the name

I spell from videos to my shows, yes

I rock well

Slow your roll boy, your team ain't stronger than mine

Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines

You can't stand mines?

Well stay the f**k out my circle, before

I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple

I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing

And ambush your team, mini machines that take off your spleen

If you ain't ready,

I thought

I told ya'll before, the

Row roll heavy

Sharp like machetes, counting confettis, dipping the chevy

Watch my motherf**king d's out up and down your city

It's so pretty,

D.A.S.T to the

L.A.C. and

I'm representing with

Suge, This

M.O.B. So mob with me

I keep my weed and heat under the seat like, "F**k what you saying to me"

I'm hollyhood on you

Hollywood niggas, what's up?

Meet a nigga in the street and we can lock head up

You can't get over the (bark)

She went which'a way?

Now put your bitch away

Crooked f**k in the

West, But he cuts in the

South If there's sluts in the house, stick nuts in your mouth

Drink, what's it about?

Keep punk niggas out (beat it!)

Six slumped on the couch, get humped then

I'm out I'm an ogre with mine, so vulgar at times

If ugly hoe were a dime,

I'd f**k both of you combined

One hoe told me, "Crooked open your mind,"

Cause I like to be choked while

I'm stroked from behind

Mah, I'll oblige,

I don't follow guides, and if

I squeeze too hard then

I'll apologize

She the type who qualifies, man she had a lot of guys

Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes

So I aimed for her chest

I came on her breasts

And stained on her flesh, we insane on the

West You see

I'm a gangsta having fun

And I never leave a (beach?) without packing a gun

We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy

And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance

We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy

And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance

Well it's

Kurupt Young

Gotti, (Gotti)

And I'm back home, you better ask somebody

I pack chrome and at least one shotty

I smash home with a pretty young hottie,

Lodi Dodi

Still ride with the

D (dot) P (dot)

G (dot), we hot

The six tray watt, where the keys at

Fiat steal that nigga

Classic hits, how could you not, not feel that nigga

Spill that liquor for your homies,

I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies

I'm only out for my tippa, dick in your mouth for you strippers

Clock mountainous figures niggas come off the crown

Before Young

Eastwood have to toss you down

I'm O.G., can't nobody kick me off the

Pound That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found

Slauson-bound bitch!

Shit, God damn, motherf**ker, asshole

And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance

We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy

And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance

We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy

And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance

We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy

And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance

We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy

And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance

You can't get over the (dog bark)

She went which'a way?

Now put your bitch away

You can't get over the (dog bark)