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crooked i – long beach to brooklyn كلمات اغاني

[intro: crooked i]
hold on, hold on
we got crooked i on the beat box
and we got jay_z on the mic
lets go!

[jay_z]
i’m a bk brawler
marcy projects hallway loiterer
pure coke copper, get your order up
i bring ’em to baltimore in the ford explorer
but it’s gonna cost you more if i gotta get ’em to florida
rucker game attender; with the bent parked
on the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
i ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
at the knick game, big chain in all my splendor

[crooked i]
hold on, hold on, hold on
bring that sh_t back, man

[verse 1: jay_z]
i’m a bk brawler
marcy projects hallway loiterer
pure coke copper, get your order up
i bring ’em to baltimore in the ford explorer
but it’s gonna cost you more if i gotta get ’em to florida
rucker game attender; with the bent parked
on the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
i ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
at the knick game, big chain in all my splendor
next to spike if you pan left to right
i own madison square, catch me at the fight
with cam, once again if you pan left of his ice
it be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
i go, off the head when i’m rambling on the mic
and i throw, off the feds when i’m scrambling at night
and it was often said i brought hammers to the fight
but we from new york city, right cam?
[verse 2: crooked i]
even if you had nine lives just like a kitten cat
i take all 9 of ‘em from you quick as i grip a gat (blaow)
you might hear some applause when i spit the sickest rap
hear a n_ggas gun clappin’ when you gettin whacked
see i’m a gangsta my f_ckin’ enemies couldn’t damage
i grew up facin’ the kind of anger i couldn’t manage
i got them god given talent so crooked took advantage
the crooked manish
i’m hungry dog, lookin’ famish
i shook your vantage
unseen but now i’m back, n_gga
one pull of this trigger, you spillin’ mad liquor
i calculated my moves to make my math quicker
i rap sl!cker to stack figures, the track ripper
this california crooked, west coast skyscr_per
you f_ggots ain’t nothin’ but maggots on my fly paper
i committed the lone heist, i mean a sly caper
and my paper buried up under 5 acres
i know the meanin’ of questions that n_ggas can’t answer
gonna flip you around just like a breakdancer
got the will to survive, man, i could shake cancer
down to rob me a bank like oakland’s eight panthers
i’m o.g. with it and no he didn’t
walk across the source awards stage rockin’ a long beach fitted
in a coup with coach seats in long beach with my chrome feet spinnin’
and a quarter piece to show he’s with it
i’m so gangsta!
[outro]
ha ha
young boss volume one, n_gga
mixtape for the streets
dynasty records, n_gga, the empire
shouts out to all my n_ggas out west
ya know
compton, carson, hawth_rne, watts, long beach, n_gga
inglewood
what else, n_gga
shouts out to all my n_ggas out east
my live n_ggas
in brooklyn, bed_stuy, n_gga
yeah
brownsville, never ran, never will
yeah, n_gga
flatbush, what up
my n_ggas in queensbridge
my n_ggas in jersey city
my philly n_ggas
ya’m talkin’ ‘bout
uptown n_ggas
yeah
it’s ya boy
it’s ya homie
crooked i, n_gga
i’m in your city
holla at me
my dirty, dirty south n_ggas too
yeah
houston, n_gga, the h
humpty hump, n_ggas
sucka free records
my n_ggas at rap_a_lot records
yeah
shouts out to my n_ggas on the m_th_f_ckin’ midwest side of things
ya know
chi_town, n_gga
oklahoma
tulsa, oklahoma, n_gga
on the northside
okc
this for all my n_ggas, man
it’s your homeboy
it’s your homie
young crooked
dynasty records, n_gga
it’s over… over…over…
or is it?
do you know how many rappers that this boss inspire
back up off this squire
you can all expire
when my dogs get fired up
it’s crooked i from the lost empire
my glock spit fire
man, your jaws get wired shut, what?!
start up the controversy
i rap with a vest under my dodger jersey
my infamous spit, finishes and diminishes k!llers
this menace is quick
sinner’s finna rip lyricists
kick limitless, venomous lyrics from the genesis
give witnesses hemorrhages
scrimmage ya big nemesis
it’s me!
bash you
crack you with the back of a [?]
f_ggots will nap exactly where maggots and rats do
in fact, i mini mac any cat you attached to
braaaap, braaaap
your hat is a package of ragu
you talkin’ to bosses
wait a minute
we take hostages
lock ‘em in closets
‘till they all sick and nauseous
from oxygen lossage
i box ‘em in coffins
i’m toxin to talkin’
the glock finna pause it
stalk you for blocks
‘till your lost and exhausted
holocaustic, n_gga
my rhyme flow reach you (your ass)
drill you and k!ll you in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, n_gga
young boss volume one
stay tuned to the next episode
dynasty records
it’s official
ha haaa

- crooked i

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