Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"Martian Pussy"
(feat. Sir Doobie And Siri)

"Martian Pussy"
(feat. Sir Doobie And Siri)



[KXNG CROOKED:]
I'm winning any game that I'm playing in
We all make the bed that we laying in
But don't lay in mine for long
Because my mind is on money I got to keep busy
Work hard play hard in the AMs
Speaking of hard I just called bay hey
She came in the same car she came in
My little bitch love to get busy
Up in the club and the cocaine drop
Got a whole lot of guap from a cocaine drop
Got a whole lotta ass clapping in my face
Like a close range shot, do it get busy
KXNG CROOKED ain't counterfeit is he
Gallon of Petron I'm bound to get dizzy
Haters in the house think I'm on point
Got a chopper in the trunk I'm down to get busy
Niggas act funny out here, I'm just getting money out here
Sunny California man we go dummy out here
All the ho love me out here, out here
Now she know what the rest want
The hooker like a Japanese restaurant
I mean raw like sushi
Nigga I got lucky like Lucci
Rap off any, got the 'nac on lemi
Blast off with me cause your pussy is oo... wait
Ass out of this world
Head game out of this world
Body out of this world
Pussy out of this world
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
Come and take a dip on my mothership
She got an ass out this world with them thick old hips
Strap on your seatbelt we gassing up to the stars
Suck the penis the meanest
Let's go shopping on Mars
Going back to Earth so we stop on the moon
We gon' smoke some DT take a handful of shrooms
If you work my stick I'll let your drive my ship
Defy gravity baby you and me
She's the baddest thing that I ever seen
With a pussy like that she's not a human being
Ass out of this world
Head game out of this world
Body out of this world
Pussy out of this world
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
Martian (pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
(I need some Martian pussy pussy)
I'm winning any game that I'm playing in
We all make the bed that we laying in
But don't lay in mine for long
Because my mind is on money I got to keep busy
Work hard play hard in the AMs
Speaking of hard I just called bay hey
She came in the same car she came in
My little bitch love to get busy

 

[fox69]

"Monsters"
(feat. Slaughterhouse & Colin Monroe)

"Monsters"
(feat. Slaughterhouse & Colin Monroe)



[Intro:]
Monsters in my head
Monsters in my head

[Crooked I:]
What if I told you I wake up screamin' and swingin'
Dreamin' that I'm fighting demons
Dreamin' I'm swingin' on heathens
Competin' and schemin' to eat every piece of my piece when I'm sleepin'
Need a priest and a deacon
When I'm speakin' to preachers tell 'em I'm only at peace when I'm drinkin'
I'm sinking deep into hell, thinkin' I'm fiendin' for freedom
'Cause being in a well isn't good for my well being
A walkin' zombie I be comatose, nobody loves a nobody
Who probably overdosed in the lobby of the omni hotel
Probably find me with an empty bottle of oxy
Shakin' like an earthquakes inside me or I caught the Holy Ghost
Wonder if therapy can take care of these monsters
Before I kill more innocent people than Jared Lee Loughner
They spit on me, shit on me
Society kicked on me, hit on me til I was sick and exhausted
Flipped and I lost it off hallucinogenics
They using a clinic, I saw Lucifer's image
The elephant in the room are my skeletons in the closet

[Hook: Colin Munroe]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head
Monsters in my head
With monsters in my head
And underneath the bed
Underneath the bed

[Joell Ortiz:]
I always see 'em out the corner of my eye
Scared to death to fully see 'em but I try
I just wanna ask 'em why they follow me around
And they reply when I hear a sound
Or they walk by and give me a chill I can't explain
It feels so strange is that a high
My anxiety's at an all time high
One second I'm good then I flip a switch
Then I'm thinkin' I might die
These dizzy spells are so annoying
From the outside looking in
Y'all thinkin' I'm enjoying myself
I need help man, I'm destroying every positive force
With all these negative thoughts
How can I find happiness when I can't remember it's lost
I do so many temporary things
To smile for just a minute
Hat low but not for style I'm tryna hide under my fitted dog
It's wild you wouldn't get it
Try my best to make everybody laugh
But that's just a disguise, I'm really timid
Somebody make these feelings go away
Forget it, that's my problem, y'all go 'head
I hate these monsters in my head

[Hook]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
It's lights out like where the Amish stay
Pap, you can't tax me
I'm like Wesley Snipes in a sovereign state
I'm a surviving walkin' oxymoron
Obviously I can say that I am alive
And I'm tryna die this way
Ya'll on your faggot shit
I'm on my "dragging my magnum clip"
With monsters in my head like Earvin "Magic" dick
Niggas dessert me like eating after the entrée
But I'm a keep it 3000 like after the Andre
I've adapted to a private life
Yeah right, you saying that is like sayin'
I'm shooting dice on a floor made out of dykes
I made out alive, this chaotic life
I just figured just quit giving dick to trick bitches and stay out of fights
But I'm on my high snortin'
You see this monster ball is like seeing Halle Berry and Billy Bob Thornton
It's fucking classic
As far as rap, I wish I could wrap it in plastic
And stick it up your fucking asses
I'm a MONSTER

[Hook]

[Joe Budden:]
Take heed to what I'm giving you
Beefin' is habitual
He just ridicules wants me in critical
Will appease and get rid of you
Maybe the only thing I seek is biblical
The scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible
Got a friend named depression, a pill I take to relax him
But when he regurgitates the aches you couldn't fathom
Got a few talents but looking for a new challenge
I'll let you walk in my shoes once I find a New Balance
With faith I stay in peace, for I know every man's equal
So I'm playing with the monsters like a Space Jam sequel
Give 'em two choices
Since they wanna do the least, tell 'em get off my dick or renew the lease
Persevere though my bed is corrupt
Expect I give up when left to destruct
But I give less than a fuck
Sit back comfortably, react to what they want with me
The bright side is that they keeping an insomniac company

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Move Like A G Do"

"Move Like A G Do"


Home to the most notorious street gangs in America. The Bloods and the Crips. Starting out as schoolyard bullies, the two gangs spread like a fire...

I got to move like a g do
I got to move like a g do
Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet
A little voice said, "that could be you"

I got to move like a g do
So I move like a g do
Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet
A little voice said, "that could be you"

Caught up in the wrong place
Niggas took off your whole face, pow
Damn and it's over a bitch dm'ing news to the next nigga
Fuck, now you just a cold case
[?] ass bitches out their own country
Swear to God, I would hate the whole race
Set you up niggas 6 feet deep for thinking shit sweet like sugar coated cornflakes
Eat a nigga for breakfast
Fuck with me, even a bitch, and meet a death wish
Sheeeit, gun charge in your front yard
Me and my COB niggas deep as a guest list
Yeah you guessed it
If I'm dead in my fucking grave
You think it's over?
None of my niggas behave
(Pow, pow)
Hit a nigga with a chopper
I'm from a motherfucking city where my OGs done shot it out with the coppers
America's most wanted with masks on
Buses in March they getting smashed on
It don't even mater if you gangbang
Better protect yourself this that song

I got to move like a g do
I got to move like a g do
Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet
A little voice said, "that could be you"

I got to move like a g do
So I move like a g do
Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet
A little voice said, "that could be you"

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Pigface"

"Mr. Pigface"


{COB is my religion. I was raised in the world that wants to see you dead or locked up. What they have to do is lost. Pigface Weapon Waist nigga}

I won't be finished 'til I'm mentioned with the best ever
I rock a record like I'm a mirror of Def Leppard
I keep my eyes on my prey like I'm a deaf leopard
You better crown me or I'll jump you like a red checker
Chop your head off I aim (fifths?) and circum-
-cize all of you guys 'cause it ain't shit to merk 'em
I look into their eyes and see the same bitch that birthed 'em
Pussy I'm deranged I'm insane ('cept the circum?)
Pain mixed with anguish my language is gay mixed
With heinous dangerous spit, I shit you an anus
Nigga I'm idiotic and really got it
You fuck with me and them bullets will be movin' quick as Sonic
I'm hangin' out the window like a nigga finna vomit
Gin and tonic gun sound like an ashtray hit a comet
Yesterday I was loadin' my pistol on my Mama's couch
Thought about my fucked up life and yelled Slaughterhouse

{The beast was crazy. The Pigface Weapon Waist. The belly of the beast gave birth to a menace. Now they can't control me}

I kill you with no strings attached this is Wi-Fi
'Til the wheels fall off, I'm down to do the drive-by
Not to be cocky but I'm gooned up, why lie
That's why I got the upper hand like a high-five
Bet you never seen chrome checks
I make a call I get your pussies touched call it phone sex
Ain't no tellin' what I'm on next
Long texts from your wife tornado dick I home wrecks
I have that bitch sellin' her coochie lips, bourgie chicks
Get the coke nose 'til they load it as my oozy clip
Even broke hoes on the groupie shit
Pretty as a beauty tip get the Max Julien movie script
Welcome to my world, hot iron shots firin'
Cops tryin' to stop on my time
I drop block signs and after I'm gone I'll picture hip-hop cryin'
Like they did with B.I.G. and Pac dyin', I'm not lyin'

{For every one dead, two more are born. You can't stop real niggas. You'll never stop real niggas}

My family ties is as deep as Michael J. Fox
We aim glocks at your tank-tops
Leave you in a hospital bed watchin' Baywatch
Watch your weight drop 'til you're skinny enough
To fit between raindrops (bang, shots)
We killin' you on YouTube
Bono, nigga that means you too
I got a screw loose
You get stuck up like goodie-two-shoes
Though you knew that I was cuckoo
I'm in a GTA, I got them thangs on me
I'm in a GTA, but I ain't Gay Tony
A menace to society I'm MCH homie
The killa gorilla apes know me Mace pray for me
No lyricist realer straight Kobe can't hold me
I'm flash player couldn't read me with eight Dolby
So a new verse is nothin' but a new hearse
Tryna kill G shit I'm shootin' yellin' you first, nigga

{You'll never kill G shit (never). Until you tame society, this shit won't stop. Art imitates life nigga. Fox News wanna kill Obama, like the Long Beach PD wanna kill me. Ha ha ha ha! I won't die, I'll multiply. COB, it's my religion. That's why they follow me. Smoke the general. Pigface Weapon Waist nigga}

 

[fox69]

"My Lowrider"
(feat. The Game, Paul Wall, WC, E-40, Chingy, Techniec, Lil' Rob & Ice Cube)

"My Lowrider"
(feat. The Game, Paul Wall, WC, E-40, Chingy, Techniec, Lil' Rob & Ice Cube)



[Hook:]
Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
[Techniec:]
I see 'em tryna shine like Tech
'Cause I shine like I be grindin' on the set, d-d-diamonds on my neck
Most talked about when I hit that strip, watch it bounce when I hit that dip
Come too close, might get that clip, click bang
Don't trip, Tech don't slip, let's up the road, go get my bitch
Get my grip, talk my shit, hit my switch and dip
Switchin' lanes on them Dana-Danes, same color as that candy paint
Tangerine, wit' metal plates...
[E-40:]
I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster
Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola
Venomous snakes, like some cobras
Up top is where I'm from, we lettin' out nuts hang over our shoulders
Figure-8 and goin' dumb
Drivin' wit' all four doors open, gassin' and brakin' and yokin'
We hyphy, we stupid, Vallejo, Richmond, 'Frisco, Oakland
We 'Niners, we Raiders, we some hustlas and some playas
We got '64's and low-low's, but most of us ridin' scrapers
[Crooked I:]
Please Lord forgive me, it's in me to toke Semi's
Grope Penny and Remy, my pockets was so skinny
Now I blow pennies on four Hemi's
Run the whole city, hoes, I put dough before any
My 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid
I fucks more hoes than Hugh Hefner ever did
That new leather shit, the coupe hella sick
Dude move ahead of whoever 'cause dude never quit
[Hook:]
Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
[Chingy:]
Cranberry Impala, that's my lowrider
Slide by ya, North sider, rider wit' a hoe driver
G'd up, from the feet up, plus the heat tough
Toe game, crack the Grey Goose, and spark the weed up
When I'm in L.A., I go in Crenshaw and floss a little
Slot a lot thang and them Black Wall Street
Double-U and P and C-P-T, we keepin' it G
In our lowriders, riders, riders
[Lil' Rob:]
We put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl
I keep my head up and it won't fall, no not at all
I'll break yo' jaw like I break the law, leave you all in all
And the ride is so clean, you won't know what you saw
I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag
With a brown rag, bouncin' a brown rag
Wit' the Mexican flag and the American flag
Hittin' the fronts and the backs, watchin' out for the badge
[Paul Wall:]
Home boy, Big T, better known as Tyrone
Is the first person I ever seen wit' a Chevy on chrome
My partner got it, bought the slab, wine berry over gold
With screens in the head rests, just to let you know we holdin'
I fell in love wit' it, and I dropped off some cash
Now that's me you see, flippin' slab, ridin' on glass
How much it cost? Don't ask, baby just know this
I could've bout a Benz instead wit' the money I spent
[Hook:]
Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
[The Game:]
My '64 sittin' on that chrome, chrome glock sittin' on my lap
Three hoes ridin' in the back, candy paint, nigga fuck with that
Three-wheel motion I'm sittin' high, Daytona's that's all we ride
Hit that switch it's do or die, ride on me, that's suicide
I be in the hood smokin' that green, Dr. Dre know what I mean
Swisha Sweet and them purple leaves, California, we got that weed
Black diamonds off in my chain, ask around niggas know my name
Compton's own, the rap LeBron James, ridin' low, I'm switchin' lanes
[WC:]
Make that brain splat, 30 thang-thang clap
Known for the game rap, wit' the chrome frame wrap
From Harley-Davidson's to low-low's, we do tip 'em
13-hundred spokes wit' that blue nipple, get the picture
Disrespect, I'ma draw slugs
But ain't no set trippin' 'cause nigger it's all love
Dub-C drop the real on 'em, Chevy chrome grill on 'em
Posin' in the intersection, three-wheelin' on 'em nigga
[Ice Cube:]
Raspberry '64 bring your cherry, and
We can make a Sunday, come home Monday
I'm sittin' on the one-way, up on the boulevard
Act hard, put yo' thoughts on the dashboard
'Cause if I come through wit' the little homie
Nobody better fuck wit' the little homie
I hope Compton unite, South Central unite
I hope my chrome, dance wit' the moonlight
[Hook:]
Cherry '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)
Three-wheelin' the '64 (my lowrider), hop in the low-low (my my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider)

 

[fox69]

"N.W.A. (New West Anthem)"

"N.W.A. (New West Anthem)"


[Intro:]
Transmitting Live From Sector 3
L.B.C.
[Verse 1:]
Everybody On The Streets Waiting For My Album
The Shit Never Dropped People Askin Me How Come
Left Deathrow In 04 Was The Outcome
Reason This Nigga Round Cus I Was Without One
All About My Money Homie, I Gotta Pile Some
Since I'm The One Rappers Getting They Style From
C.O.B Block Boy, Crooked I Pull Out Guns
When I'm Out East They Sayin Crooked You Wile Some
I Been In The Mix, Quick Flippin Them Legitimate Chips
Dime Piece I Keep 10 Of Dem Chicks
Even Foreign Women Stick A Citizenship, Sit In My Cinnamon Whip
They Love A Criminal On A Gentleman Tip
I With My Click, I Don't Fuck With You Other Clowns
Rappers In My City, Bigly When I Was Underground
Now They Wanna Act Friendly Soon As I Come Around.
Maybe Cuz The Medallion Bringing A Hundred Pounds
What Now
[Chorus: Crooked I]
Gangstas Don't Dance We 2 Step, Nobody Can Stop Us, We Strollin On
When You See Us In The Club, Say Hi To The New West
We Gon Get It On Baby, All Night Long, Let Them Haters Go
Gangstas Don't Dance We 2 Step, Nobody Can Stop Us, We Strollin On
When You See Us In The Club, Say Hi To The New West
We Gon Get It On Baby, All Night Long
[Verse 2:]
Everybody From The West Know Crookeds A Boss Mayne
Reppin C.O.B., The Circle Of Boss Gang
Haters Though We Missed The Target, Thought We Was Off Aim
Disappeared A Year So These Suckas Talking
52 Blue Diamonds That's How The Cross Came.
Half A Millie On The Bling, Step Up Ma Floss Game
Niggas Used To Clown, Big W8 Take Small Bang
Now I Push Around Chunky Whips, That Y'all Cant
I'm Still In The Game, Nah Fuck Dat, I'm Killin The Game
Get Your Dame, She Feelin The Chain, She's Willin To Sit In The Range
In The Range, Infinite Intimate Thangs, Between Us She The Sillest Insane
Feel My Pain Mayne, Hood Life Bumpin My Arteries
I'm An Organ Donor Now, Who Want A Part Of Me
Haters In The Clun, Y'all Dudes Is Rnb
The Movie Is Called Fuck You Niggas Starring Me
Pardon Me
[Chorus:]
Gangstas Don't Dance We 2 Step, Nobody Can Stop Us, We Strollin On
When You See Us In The Club, Say Hi To The New West
We Gon Get It On Baby, All Night Long, Let Them Haters Go
Gangstas Don't Dance We 2 Step, Nobody Can Stop Us, We Strollin On
When You See Us In The Club, Say Hi To The New West
We Gon Get It On Baby, All Night Long
[Verse 3:]
Everybody Know The Industries The New Dope Game
That's Why The Flow Came Potent As Cocaine
Critics Say I'm Jus Another Rapper Looking For Mo Fame
Till You Walk A Mile In My Nikes You Don't Know Pain
I Been On My Grind Since Gazelles And Rope Chains
Dealt With The Ups And Downs Like It Was No Thang
Now I Give A Fo Fo Whenever I Role Mayne
Shoot It At Your Shoes, You Dance Like Soul Train
I Been In The Club, So Promoters Let Me In With A Snub
It's A Million Pretty Women To Rub
These Bitches Is Feelin A Thug, Swimmin They Cris & Livin It Bub
Dodger Fitted, This How This Nigga Does, Gimme Love
Baby Wanna Know The Reason I'm Rich,
Different Colour Hardtops, Every Season I Switch
That's How We Do It On The East Side, Speakin Of Which
When You See Me Wit My People, Long Beach In This Bitch
Deep In This Bitch
[Chorus:]
Gangstas Don't Dance We 2 Step, Nobody Can Stop Us, We Strollin On
When You See Us In The Club, Say Hi To The New West
We Gon Get It On Baby, All Night Long, Let Them Haters Go
Gangstas Don't Dance We 2 Step, Nobody Can Stop Us, We Strollin On
When You See Us In The Club, Say Hi To The New West
We Gon Get It On Baby, All Night Long
[Crooked I:]
New West
New West
New West
New West
New West
New West
New West
New West

 

[fox69]

"Never Forget"
(feat. Eddie Fontaine)

"Never Forget"
(feat. Eddie Fontaine)



[Verse 1:]
I'm broker then a bitch and I'm sick and tired
I'm feelin' like I'm walkin in fire
I'm feeling like I'm jojo dancer before I expire
Can I get rich prior
In long beach them bullets wiz by ya
Clappa ain't a rappa still it spit fire
In ain't no jobs nobody gets hired
So to escape it junkies get higher
6 in the morning hustling on the corner
Tryin' to get out that abyss
I was born and switch me with form
And rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get
Mixed with no warning
Piss poor got my school clothes from the thrift store
Just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward
So I dropped out thinkin' this war
Nigga get yours
Cash over bitches true religion
You see what's going on through the kitcken
We steppin' on crack same drug broke
Your mothers back like the superstition
Me and the boys is sellin' poison
Like we 3 members new edition
You said we'll die or get threw in prison
If I make a song about it who would listen
[Chorus:]
I'm walkin' down the street nigga broke as fuck
Lookin' for a deuce tryin' to patch up
But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt
I was walkin' down the street with my nigga skinny kinny
On my side, bitches passing by
Niggas won't let a nigga rise so he stuck
That's why
I'm walkin' down the street tryin' to catch the bus
Just to catch the train headed to Lyon
Tryin' to do my thing cause I just can't stop I can't stop
And it's real as real it gets
I strruggled for years just to breathe in this bitch
So I never forget
[Verse 2:]
Some of us die some got threw in prison
I wanna ride for a new position
I wanna make an album about my life but in this music
Business tell me who would listen
Whatchu' wanna hear truth or fiction
Petty niggas talkin' about they movin' shipments
Like UPS but you BS so your birds wouldn't know what
To do with pigeons
Keep it 100 everytime I rock a beat
And I done it deep from the heart I sleep with a gun
I dream about peace but not the one under the pillow
Motherfucker
Glock 9 rather fock mics put a stop sign
On the block life slingin' hot lines
Over rock pipes then I got signed
I'm in the spotlight
CL600 silver benz makin' love to my dividends
Gettin' calls from relatives I never knew at all
And niggas that never been my friends
Niggas that never been my friends
I didn't change
You niggas changed the way you treat me
Just because I'm
[Chorus:]
I was ridin' down the street with my top down
Got a bad bitch sittin on my side rubbin' on my thigh
Wondering why I'm so motherfuckin' fly and I smile
'Cause she knows
I drop her off pick up one more everyday that's how it goes
In every way that's how it goes
I'm ridin' down the street with my nigga skinny kinny on my side
In that black on back 'lac sittin' on them 6's
Man this money shit is addictive
And it's real as real as it gets
It's funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch
I'll never forget
[Outro:]
I'll never forget man
How you niggas gonna hate on me
I'm a top running, section A
Spraying raid on roaches nigga man
You niggas should be inspired by me
I came from nothing
A'right, that's real motherfucker talk dog
When I lay that GT coupe on the boulevard
Nigga it came from nothing
You nigga supposed to be inspired right now
Ya know what I mean
You just a looter nigga like me

 

[fox69]

"Next"

"Next"


A letter to whoever's next my nigga
I don't want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
A letter to whoever's next my nigga
I don't want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
Letter to whoever's next

Your Youtube channel jumpin' now
Your SoundCloud page on fire
Your bank account full of money now
Your favorite yes man standing right by ya
Your homeboy say he ain't trill
You tell him chill turn the music higher
Roll up a blunt, blow the clouds out
The bitches in your DM, is gettin' finer
This is the life of a young rapper
Niggas wanna World Star ya for the love of jewelry
You bought a burner for them chain snatchers
Now cops wanna send you to the judge and jury
Still ain't safe, call some street niggas
They gon' hold you down, like 'Oh for surely! '
Until you cross, one of them G niggas
Now you gettin' robbed by your own security
Deaf dumb and blind, shoulda seen the signs
But you was too busy jugglin' drug addiction
Fell asleep on the lean, hoes postin' pictures
Now your bitch is out here beefin' with your other bitches
I ain't judging you, 'cause I was there too
Shit, I was gettin' faded with a couple bitches
My money got low the hoes got low
I'm like "damn, what happened to the hugs and kisses?"
That's how it is in the fast lane
You're steppin' on the gas before the light change
You get the Freshmen cover and your life change
All Eyez on you

A letter to whoever's next my nigga
I don't want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
A letter to whoever's next my nigga
I don't want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
Letter to whoever's next

Listen to this verse with your imagination
The crowds around the corner, all of your fans are waitin'
Soon as you hit the stage, you feelin' the adoration
You givin' 'em that work, minus the application
The crowd is going up because the tracks are blazin'
But nobody told you that you was rappin' basic
So they gon' outgrow you after your graduation
'Cause the music you makin' ain't matching their maturation
And the people who used to pat your back are backed up at the station
And you in a different wave, you feelin' the aggravation
Wishin' you could go back, study your craft and ace it
Even your A&R knew you was whack and praised it
He ain't callin' you back, he found a fast replacement
Sites that used to play your music, changin' that arrangement
If you studied the greats you would probably rap amazin'
Your skills equal longevity

A letter to whoever's next my nigga
I don't want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
A letter to whoever's next my nigga
I don't want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
Letter to whoever's next

 

[fox69]

"Niggaz Winnin'"
(feat. Trae The Truth & Melody Angel)

"Niggaz Winnin'"
(feat. Trae The Truth & Melody Angel)



[Intro:]
Stars intertwine
I don't wanna miss my ride
What comes next
Cannot be denied

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
Yeah I'm owning this bitch who hating
'Cause they can't get on
I'm looking for the same run Jay Z and Dane went on
Baby you ain't still on
I'm talking about them independent benajmins made
Same thing that the bay been on
Been on
Been on
Hold up man
It's the LA Lakers
You know we get down
Crooked I let's get busy

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
Yeah I'm owning this bitch who hating
'Cause they can't get on
I'm looking for the same run Jay Z and Dane went on
Baby you ain't still on
I'm talking about them independent benajmins made
Same thing that the bay been on
I dream big eyes wide open
I call it sleep walking
No ear to the ground but
I can hear the street talking
About the boy who put beats
In the deep coffin
You niggas running fort 3
And I'm in the lead jumping
Tending windows I'm sitting and reading memo
With a video vix and pen and pencil
And an instrumental
Sets his bussines over bitches
I scribble sick lyrics
Then I stick my dick in the bitches dental
Knock away the dental what's pimpin' my nigga
Look what I get her to do
Her and her pretty friend Jennifer too
69ning so it's dental for 2
Raise my arm, the winner is who
LBC I did it for you

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
In my city I'm in position
Used to ticks as I'm blissing
Still the truth the voice
No absent for second guessing
Be a victim of obedience
Slap it as soon as you guessing it
I'm what you consider real
So don't question it
So many days
I remember being in the front line
But right now I'm in front of that
You can pick your biz
I skip this answer jump in front of that
Tellin' I'm an asshole, problems you know none of that
I desintegrate 'em that's
With the bitches won't coming back
Competition is in the smoke
They come losing and smoking dope
Speaking of smoke and toss smoaking something
You can't smoke it and blow
It means it comes lyrically
Like a ghost tryin' to hide in these beats
Swear I was Michael Phillips about to having these greeks
I never take some holy thing
All I'm chasing is a budget
Face the sundee, as I make no brand in this breathe
Pussy niggas they nothing
They know that fuck shit is dead
They don't want to see us for real
Them niggas scared

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Verse:]
My chainsaw's 38 in the waist
I ain't talking leave on 38 in the waist
I got my city behind me
Just like I'm Tray in the H
I look at you like sex shanay
Ain't no cost you shit
To stay in your place, caso
I'm going Tim Docking in this tape drop
That mean I'm 'bout to ball on your squares
Like it's Bang shot
Satan in a tank top, fire all for niggas
Who think they gonna take wa
Take shots
This rounds on me
I'm a touch your body away
I guess the ground gonna see
Learn it click burn it some down OG's
Then I learned avoiding beefus
When I found more G's
That knowledge gets me knowledge
Them bitches be down on knees
I teel 'em
Giving you pussy to lose this
It's not poppin'
Bitches stacks dropping for not watching
They twat options, yeah
She fucking around with them but then
She only let the dick of a winner in her in her

[Chorus:]
From down south to the east coast
(My niggas winning)
I got my grind on b smoke
(My niggas winning)
So glue doc is what we smoke
(My niggas winning)
We still live by the G code
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(My niggaz winning)
(Niggaz winning)

[Outro:]
Stars intertwine
I don't wanna miss my ride
When the planets allign
They let me lost me time
But you're afraid of heights
I was born to fly
What comes next
Cannot be denied

 

[fox69]

"Nikki"

"Nikki"


[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
You out grown Nikki up
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
[Verse:]
Strictly models and bottles
Bitches gargle and swallow
Strictly models and bottles
Bitches gargle and swallow
Strictly models and bottles
Bitches gargle and swallow
Hit the throttles get over that pothole
In auto and I know
Haters followin' squagle
When I go mano y mano
Fuck my models, I kill you
My guns I fill autos with hollows
Tuck it in my way
In case you thinking I'm a
Punch 'em in his face
Swinging I'm a squeeze the llama
We pull on us, leave you on a street
You wanna see manana
Primadona season 1 of CSI
I bring the drama
Hard, body and I
Hit a nigga with a couple of bullets like a
John got in disguise,
That's a rapper, click clack your
Somebody gon' die
Physical with your physical deflict won't mess with me
And I'm a gonna get it on Nikki
We Bonnie and Clyde
We Lil Kim and Biggie, we Hannah C and Sticky
Made for eachother, you haters come and get me
You haters coming with me, she gon' give you a hickie
That red bean on your neck, a kiss of death from Nikki
[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
[Verse:]
Fuck around I surround you
Couple rounds when that howl
Surveilled crawl the shit out you
Down on the ground where they found you
We devour you cowards now
'Cause our power allow us
We don't bounce with you slouchers
Life's outstanding without you
And I don't even care
What's you busters planning
My pistol's in the air
Call out the upper hand and
Bust my cannon gun gigantic
Suckers running, mothers panic
Brother franning, come God damn it
Hump the granny, fuck this planet
[Verse:]
Nikki take the control
She becoming when I play with her click click
Strip you naked for show
Then she blow you, black hole you
Biggest ganster I know
Soon as you choose for me to shoot you
In the future
I introduce you to my baby Nicole
She likes ménage à trois, mardi gras, hardy das
All day she dreamin' 'bout sex
She even body broads
You think you can handle us
Say under your breath
'Cause you gon' fall for her
When she love you to death
[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
[Interlude:]
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
Two love birds riding in the streets
K I L L I N G
[Chorus:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(I love my baby Nikki)
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
(Meet my baby Nikki)
[Outro:]
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend
You out grown Nikki up
Bet she can say she was sex fiend