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[intro]
as we proceed to keep this sh-t o.g
2019, motherf-cker
infrared beam, motherf-cker
(turn my mic up)
as we proceed to keep this sh-t o.g
2019, motherf-cker
(this motherf-cker snappin’)
infrared beam, motherf-cker
(turn my mic up though)
west coast
(uh)
let’s go
(yeah)
long beach, motherf-cker
(the weeklys, motherf-cker)

[verse 1]
trappin’ at my homie house, watchin’ his mama cripwalk
fantastic four, it ain’t a thing to make bricks talk
run when that jack daniels cap twist-off
’cause f-ckin’ with that j.d., i put you in a kris kross
f-ck a list, i’m a sith lord
the west without crook is like the g thang beat without the synth chord
like eazy-e without a ’64, i know you feel me if you’re in poverty, p-ss poor
rob you for your snow white, where she at?
rob you for your bread too, where that sara lee at?
different kinda c-ke brothers financin’ my campaign
n-gg-s pullin’ out more polls than a [?] pee at
want it? you could get some
hear them hollow tips come
hundred round mag, that’s the diggy doc kickdrum
line you with a thought, givin’ you top
you’ll get robbed by a b-tch who been c-cked more times than john wick’s gun
grimey -ss eastsider
got some armenians that’ll leave you in a meat grinder
you’ll be lookin’ like lasagna when police find you
buried in a hole deep enough to reach china
shootouts feelin’ them hollows burnin’ you
you and your dawgs crawlin’ over furniture
the burner so heavy, if terry crews tried to draw it, it cause a hernia
my neighbors in suburbia learnin’ that i’m a murderer
i wake up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed
and start k!llin’ rappers who only platinum ’cause p-ssy sells
old heads still shootin’, n-gg-, bonzi wells
i could tell you how a dead body smells
nah, that ain’t the best thing
i learned the lessons that death bring
keep bouncin’ like bedsprings during a s-x scene
drivin’, bustin’ nuts in my sleep, my n-gg-, wet dreams
you couldn’t hang with these bars if you was epstein
how’d i make it out the streets? sh-t
the song i made with akon explains it all, dream big
now i’m throwin’ skyhooks over christopher wallace beats, kareem biggs
rock with me, n-gg-, the king lives
as long as you live and breathe

[outro]
come here, n-gg-
yeah, n-gg-
you made that list, n-gg-?
nahahhhhh
oh, it’s hard to talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
you the one that made that motherf-ckin’ list?
oh, you can’t talk, you sound like one of them mumble rappers now, huh?
top 50, greatest of all time
you made that f-ckin’ list, n-gg-?
i told you

- kxng crooked

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