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kxng crooked - 96 gs lyrics

[intro]
what’s happening?
it’s only right that we start this series off with something cinematic
only certain n-ggas can touch the cl-ssics
you’re now listening to one of those n-ggas (it’s crooked)
shout out all my people out there waiting on the return

[verse 1]
i started off in an old toyota switching lanes comfortably
yeah it’s back, different day, same f-ckery
she shawty she ain’t f-ck with me
’til i got my lexus, will someone tell that b-tch that they made by the same company?
provide the context for calling b-tches, “b-tches”
man, your misses be your gravity
she gon’ hold you down but your mistress be the barbershop
she gon’ line you up and sweep it under the rug
broomstick for the wicked witches
it’s the poisonous mentality unfortunate reality
for citizens in the hood, that what force us in fatality
some see abortion as brutality
but don’t care if the police force academy leave me a corpse in a casualty
never see me taking pictures with a robocop
if you see a photo op, n-gga that’s photoshop
told ’em stop k!lling my n-ggas then maybe we can talk
nah f-ck that, middle finger speeding off in a 96 gs, 96 gs
long beach, late ’90s on the es
east side put the money over bs
fam biz in my gs

[chorus]
i’m riding with my real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only, my real-real
i’m riding with my real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only
96 gs

[verse 2]
better leave these streets alone, better know these streets is cold
them n-ggas just keep the pole, singing like keyshia cole
if music can free ya soul
i’m getting out my bars like a felon when he parole
once a week and i just reload
streets love me when i drop it, keep it 100 on these beats
i’m so money in the pocket, i go dummy when i rock it
give me the drum beat, i’ma wash it
rappers go to the cleaners, the active flow of a g*nius
keep it funding in the wallet
get green like a weed grower keep sending them beats over
me and diz a pair of animals, call us the street snower
always prepare for cannibals move with the leaf blower
lean ya over tear your mandible, ambulance be your chauffeur
then i’m walking through the club in slow motion just like it’s belly
bottle service the dj, play us some makaveli
these b-tches at the deli bread, meat and cheese
v.i.p. to the telly, get head, sleep, repeat
i’m in my 96 gs, 96 gs
long beach late ’90s on the es
east side put the money over bs
fam biz in my gs

[chorus]
i’m riding with my real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only, my real-real
i’m riding with my real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only
real n-ggas only
96 gs

[outro]
yeah
i’m back
hahaha
what up?
y’all know what’s happenin’, yo
shout out to all my people followin’ the series on the ‘gram
know what i mean?
the blue bird, facebook, all that sh-t, you feel me?
but yo, i need y’all to go to that spotify
download that sh-t
so you can get hit every week
and every week
and every week, b-tch
hahaha
yo
we back in this motherf-cker
i’ma put my foot on these n-ggas necks all year, alright?
bark at ya dawg

- kxng crooked lyrics

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