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crooked i – cruisin’ lyrics

[verse 1: crooked i]
hot d-mn why i gotta be so
hot d-mn a n-gga got street flow
my man i’m sick in the cerebral
sixteen bars worth more than a kilo
you know my steelo, chrome desert eagle
when i drop by say hi to my amigo
give ’em two shots and i don’t mean a free throw
this young n-gga living by the g code
haters talk that sh-t but i don’t give a f-ck
say you better than me then where the money what
funny what a motherf-cker gotta say in an interview
but i bet that punk ain’t running up
c.o.b. n-gga that’s the clique
you don’t like that suck a m-ssive d-ck
watch the plasma drip all on your reebok cl-ssics
when i’m letting loose with that jur-ssic clip
now i’m looking for another -ss to kick
mark -ss rapper i crack your b-tch
have that ho showing -ss and t-ts
playing my song saying that’s the sh-t
i don’t know why you comfortable f-cking with me though
that’s when my pistol get to singing like it’s ne-yo
walking through different parts of my city i’m a hero
let me tell you again it’s c.o.b. ho
crooked i do that sh-t the west way
weed from jamaicans, c0ke from eses
my phillipino homey gave me an sk
want to hear some gangsta sh-t then press play
these n-ggas couldn’t f-ck with me on their best day
especially n-ggas who boney as an x-ray
that ain’t no diss homey that’s a segue
buy the album boss of the west (ayy)
off probation how you like me now
pistol whipping n-ggas in lakewood, wow
prosecute a man cause he couldn’t prove how
that snitch lucky that i didn’t go blow
he wasn’t worth my bullets and i knew it
he gang banged on me homey that’s when he blew it
beat him in his grill ’til his face turned bluish
clean up in aisle nine, this n-gga’s leaking fluids
enough of that motherf-cking crime scene
crooked i’s all about a rhyme scheme
bling bling shining like high beams
white tee and tk ice creams
they ask me when i’ma stop using the n word
same time houston stop sipping the sizzurp
and if i do it’ll be my own decision
not because of don imus or michael richards
sharp to know you can’t stop the operation
don’t like rap, good it ain’t your occupation
when i spit it’s for the hip hop nation
so quit eavesdropping on a hood conversation

- crooked i lyrics

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