Suge’s West Coast - Crooked I

Huh representing the
West check it out
Alright relax your mind blow a blunt be free
You now tuned in to the sound of the new
Row Gs You claim you know us
You know us
Plus you think you can rap
Well you're tired
You're tired
So go take a nap
Yeah you know the
East I get funky with lines
Mic check 1 2 and spit it out my mind
The E A S
T is the name
I spell from videos to my shows yes
I rock well
Slow your roll boy your team ain't stronger than mine
Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines
You can't stand mines
Well stay the f**k out my circle before
I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple
I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing
And ambush your team mini machines that take off your spleen
If you ain't ready
I thought
I told ya'll before the
Row roll heavy
Sharp like machetes counting confettis dipping the chevy
Watch my motherf**king d's out up and down your city
It's so pretty
D A S T to the
L A C and
I'm representing with
Suge This
M O B So mob with me
I keep my w**d and heat under the seat like F**k what you saying to me
I'm hollyhood on you
Hollywood n***as what's up
Meet a n***a in the street and we can lock head up
She went which'a way
Crooked f**k in the
West But he cuts in the
South If there's sluts in the house stick nuts in your mouth
Drink what's it about
Keep punk n***as out
Beat it
Six slumped on the couch get humped then
I'm out I'm an ogre with mine so vulgar at times
If ugly h*e were a dime
I'd f**k both of you combined
One h*e told me Crooked open your mind
Cause I like to be choked while
I'm stroked from behind
Mah I'll oblige
I don't follow guides and if
I squeeze too hard then
I'll apologize
She the type who qualifies man she had a lot of guys
Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes
So I aimed for her chest
I came on her breasts
And stained on her flesh we insane on the
West You see
I'm a gangsta having fun
And I never leave a
Beach
Without packing a gun
We got the gangsta s**t that'll drive you crazy
And all my n***as just do that gangsta dance
We got the gangsta s**t that'll drive you crazy
Well it's
Kurupt Young
Gotti
Gotti
And I'm back home you better ask somebody
I pack chrome and at least one shotty
I smash home with a pretty young hottie
Lodi Dodi
Still ride with the
D
Dot
P
Dot
G
Dot
We hot
The six tray watt where the keys at
Fiat steal that n***a
Classic hits how could you not not feel that n***a
Spill that liquor for your homies
I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies
I'm only out for my tippa d**k in your mouth for you strippers
Clock mountainous figures n***as come off the crown
Before Young
Eastwood have to toss you down
I'm O G can't nobody kick me off the
Pound That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found
Slauson bound b***h
S**t God d**n motherf**ker asshole
And all my n***as just do that gangsta dance
We got the gangsta s**t that'll drive you crazy
And all my B*****s just do that gangsta dance
We got the gangsta s**t that'll drive you crazy
And all my n***as just do that gangsta dance
We got the gangsta s**t that'll drive you crazy
And all my B*****s just do that gangsta dance
We got the gangsta s**t that'll drive you crazy
And all my n***as just do that gangsta dance
She went which'a way
Now put your B***h away