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crooked i - i'm throwed (week 2) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, it’s different ways to rock this motherf-cking mic man
you got your regular rhyme schemes
you got your off-beat flow, your double-time spit
if you don’t know how to rap each and every f-cking way
how you calling yourself an mc huh?
yeah, hip hop weekly, crooked i, c.o.b (c.o.b. n-gga)
treacherous records is in the motherf-cking house
we doing this one early, you know why? (why?)

[verse 1: crooked i]
motherf-ck d, motherf-ck m
only x i know is triple x fo’ sho
my white t is pro club and it’s hanging extra low
disrespecting the west, the smith and wesson check the ho
pookie from new jack, smoking them chris rocks
bullets in your mouth, now that’s how you l!ck shots
to the tick tock big rocks in my sl!ck rick watch
sick drops, n-gga this is hip hop b-tch
that’s right, you don’t like what we rap about
keep wrapping your mouth around your crack pipe (haha)
put your lips on them p-ssy lips i beat up last night
since his -ss in the dark, f-ck him with a flashlight

motherf-ck d, motherf-ck m
only x i know is malcolm x and o
yes, professor x, sadat x and x.p.a.n.d. but
dmx a ho, nuff of that crack head
with that said, i’m looking for the spineless
for ruckers’ finest i’m yelling motherf-ck imus
you know what his crime is, same as michael richards
and i’m looking for them timers cause crooked’s about to get ya
i’m taking it to them death certificate days
dodger hat, rhyme syndicate shades
king tee dookie rope, where i’m from young n-ggas get paid
drinking liquor just to p-ss on your grave, west coast n-gga
back it up whenever god’s gift spit it
if you want it you can get it, i’m so todd smith with it
i hop, skip, pivot, you not sh-t, you pop sh-t
my glocks spit shots quicker than clocks tick minutes
don’t want it, don’t start it, chrome pistol won’t target
won’t miss you, go on spark it, tearing through bones and cartilage
putting n-ggas on glow in the dark sh-t
a ghost floating over they own carc-ss, f-ck i goes hard b-tch
eastside long beach ’til i f-cking croak
no joke, aye wolf w-nggg what up loc
this is c, this is r, this is double o-k, this is e-d
you n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me

[ad libs]
hey you, you with the gl-ss d-ck in your mouth
if i ever ever ever ever catch you disrespecting the west again
we gone slap the monkey-sh-t out your punk -ss
c.o.b n-gga…crackhead
you can’t even say “crack the motherf-cking window” around this f-cking junkie
n-ggas say crack the door and he start looking on the floor
and f-ck imus too

- crooked i lyrics

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