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 n***as cause grown folk ruckus
Man, mofuck 'em all
With this big Glock
You can see a trick shot as if you was in Rucker Park
I'm a thug in the heart
Drama on my momma, n***as love when it start
Damn slugs finna spark
Just do your dog with a chopper after guzzling vodka
The condition we leave you in is gonna puzzle the doctors
My hustle is proper, I'm trouble for coppers
The slug it'll drop ya quick, for tryin' to fuck with a mobsta
These n***as can't squad but thank god
I keep a 38 ride, that'll blow you to cape cod
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' on purple syrup cause it's perfect with Hpnotiq
I told you n***as I was coming for your ass, and I'm here now
Watch out a real n***a do shit, I got my own Record Label and them suckas is
In fear now, It's more than music