Crook 'n Porter-Crooked I

歌手 : Crooked I

专辑 : Apex Predator

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:17

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TXT Crook 'n Porter-Crooked I 文本歌词

Crook 'n Porter - Crooked I

Dominick Senior let me tell you

What the man's about

I don't dress weird

And talk funny to stand out

You pushin quarters

Petty hustlers get ran out

Put that quarter back in your pocket

Unless he Dan Fouts

True vision I ride around on a food mission

Don't get in the way of nutrition

My dude listen

The tool's hidden

Yeah I keep that wig splitter

Under my gat like a beautician

With a tooth missing

Green pieces of paper

W**d trees from Jamaica

16 Bars 16 keys and a scraper

These are the things

That a street G see when he major

Tell the chef at Pappadeaux preseason my gator

I kick a flow off the loud

Then I flow off the dome

Just to throw off the crowd

A ni**a in his 30's ain't no Mohawks allowed

Catch a ho off my smile

A gorilla lookin' ni**a eating a banana

In my Range Rover

Them snowbunnies smelling pheromones

From a lane over

Ain't no I in team but it's two "i's" in Wii

And when we go Black Ops ni**a game over

Kill em all until nothing is left homie

I do this while I'm chillin'

With the cousin of death

Think I'm from Wu-Tang

How I'm f**kin' with Meth

My crew slang keep that under your breath

We move things

Moving top speed to the top we

You can not be serious ni**a

That you can stop me

I don't do what's popular

I overlook you

Like a good view does the city

Through some new binoculars

You gettin' money you can mob with us

I'm flashy like a shootout

Between 2 photographers

Still they call the security when Crook strolled in

I'm really just a deep thinker dressed

In wolf's clothing

I got a pulse but my wrist looks frozen

F**k with me and death's door

Is gettin' pushed open

Funny how a hater want

To stop a ni**a's shine

Make me wanna grab the Glock

Cock it and pop it in his mind

Instead I'mma pour a shot

Top it with some lime

I'm sippin' on vodka strong

As Chewbaca in his prime

Thinkin' God forgive He's kind

So opposite of mine

So I'mma hit the grind

Til I'm the topic of the time

See I'm confident that competition's hoppin'

Into line to fall victim to apocalyptic rhymes

So poppin' sh*t is fine not to my face

Say it to my back

Cuz I'm ahead of you whack niggas

Blame it on a fact

When your paper get jammed up

Blame it on a fax

While I'm in Saks snatchin'

Everything hangin' on the racks

I used to reach out

'Til my arm would get tired

I ain't reachin' out no more

That offer expired

Matter of fact this entire song

Is coffin inspired

Draw then I fire you fell off

You lost the desire

Caught Alzheimers forgot the lost art

Of the raw rhymer

G-shock niggas all kinda small timers

This tune is an open wound to a salt miner

C O B we A Few Good Men like Rob Reiner

That's why them hoes be on us

When we with Mr Porter

Told you we gettin' head or tail quick

As you flip a quarter

Think of the best rappers alive

From 5 to number 1

If I ain't on the bottom

Then ni**a switch the order

Stop the presses hip-hop ain't dead

But it's rockin' dresses

You got the message from the Apex Predator