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"Black & Yellow (HHW 13 Reloaded)"

"Black & Yellow (HHW 13 Reloaded)"


The Westcoast ain't the same without me
Cause I'm packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
This how we do it in the LBC
Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
Zoop zoop this is COB
Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
Turn it up let it vibrate the streets
Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

I'm from the hood where Grandparents are 35
I don't bang, I hustle but still I'm certified
Last nigga who shot I heard he died
Cause my address is 187 East Murder Drive
All the pain in the my past I gotta verbalize
It can't stay on my head, I gotta circumcise
My tears drop on the song, they don't prefer the eyes
A chick left me for that but that was her demise
Money cars and jewelry that shit had her astounded
She searched for the essence of me and bounced when she found it
I'm a complex figure, I'm a never ignorant, getting goals accomplished
Grew up in a lot of projects, Lochness hotness nigga
On a conquest to digest liquor
In a contest to progress quicker
Than any in 2011, by making my thought process sicker
Bigger, stronger, faster
Homie tell me is it a fact
Through negative you can make yourself a prisoner
If so I call them thoughts an unwelcome visitor
Music is therapeutic, I'm a get help from listeners
I told you I'm so grow up I don't need therapy right
America's nightmare carries a mic
And I stay far away from snake fake character types
I vow to never fuck with you like I married a dyke
Keep it real when I make a joint
Streets tried to break me, couldn't find my breaking point
The other night I had a dream
I seen God he was a beam of light
His physical form was human being like
He gave me a couple of warnings in order for me to keep my life
Can't tell you what but I cna say that he was right
I dream 16′s homie I don't need to write
Pick up a pen in oyur session, I'm just trying to be polite
Cover my genius up cause rappers are envious
When I say I finished my verse they like "is he serious"
5 minute lyricist with an emphasis on a structure
Plus the details I describe in the sentances
Mind you my timing better be live from the Genesis
I bet metaphors and one liners are limitless
First I'm on the West on some [?]
Then the spit will be in Italy in a Gondola on some Venice shit
Bars beyond bars has it's benefits
I'm Favre, busted chin, fractured ankle,
I don't know when to quit (never)
And old rappers when see me, don't say hi
They call me 'cause I'm fucking with Shady
I say okay bye

[Chorus: x2]
The Westcoast ain't the same without me
Cause I'm packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
This how we do it in the LBC
Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
Zoop zoop this is COB
Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
Turn it up let it vibrate the streets
Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
 
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"Black Pussy"
(feat. Dresta, MC Eiht)

"Black Pussy"
(feat. Dresta, MC Eiht)



[Dresta: talking]
Ay wassup?!
Haha
Y'all jump on in
It's my homeboy Crooked I
I'm Dresta Tha Gangsta kna mean?
We supposed to pick up my homeboy Eiht
I'm trying to hit him up right now to see what's happenin'
[Verse 1: Dresta]
I know you love it, the most rugged MC's, out the gate
It's Dresta with them drunkest Crooked I and the Eiht
Oh Oh, 2 Compton niggaz known for freakin 'em right
Man, Crooked late at night got 3 and they tight
In the Bourbon, swervin' through Irvine trying catch Eiht
So we can hook him with the 3rd fine lady
Named Mercedes, got a body like a Maserati
Thinkin to myself, "I must be crazy! trying give away this hottie!"
Then I glance at the passenger seat
Can't deny that this girl by my side was just too damn fly
Too jeopardized, I just glanced at her eyes
And them caramel thighs make my main vain rise
Can't wait to re arrive at the 'tele
So I can lick them honey off that ring on her belly
For so' I glance in the mirror once mo'
Look, I gotta catch Eiht cause I know he gon' love this hoe
[Chorus:]
Real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
I only fuck with real niggaz only
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
You know real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
and I know you fuck with real bitches only
we can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
I gives a damn how these hoes tryna floss these days
Cause they still kiss the nuts, fucks tramps and sluts
I still kill it, the way you want me, ride the pony
'Secrets' like Toni, members only
Dresta, I heard they turn in tricks for bucks
2 tricks get the dicks hard, ready to suck
Don't be havin me in suspense, but in the meanwhile
I be dippin up in the LB with C-Style
Back to the CPT, home bud and Tanquerina
Beatin' up the pussy like Ike beat up Tina
You know me, the gangsta love never wine and dine
Keep it tight, anytime I fuck it like Brian Mcknight
Lately the hype, I know it ain't right
3 a.m. I ring your phone every night
Let's Play House, (Let's Play...) no cat and mouse
Don't floant it, Eiht just give it How You Want It
But in the end don't press your luck
Because ain't no bitch like the bitch that Fucked!
[Chorus:]
Real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
I only fuck with real niggaz only
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
and I know you fuck with real bitches only
we can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Fuck the bullshit, the pimps at the pool pit
I know what you want chips but dick is all you get
I knock them skins out like always trained by custom auto
Never givin' a bitch shit, that's a hustlers motto
Except sumptin' to swallow
Now your boyfriend wanna follow
Hit a nigga with a hollow tip and fuck the bitch tomorrow
I can never be your simp, trick!
I'm slappin bitches with 9 inches, the limp dick
Plus a pimps dick
Dig short, small, diggin 'em large and tall
Y'all the bigger they are the harder they fall
I fuck 'em all!!
The hoe philosopher, broke, dope and popular
Still strokin' tho goin deeper than Oceanographers
I got your 'bra, gettin ready for the pony ride
DoggyStyle, so I can hit the backside!
Grab the head pump that ass in the air
What did you know?
The hoe hollered "how ya do dat there?!"
[Chorus:]
Real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homies
(Black Pussy)
I only fuck with real niggaz only
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
Real G's get lonely
We can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
I know you fuck with real bitches only
we can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
You know the real G's get lonely
we can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
I only fuck with real niggaz only
we can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Sweet Black Pussy)
the real G's get lonely
we can have fun but bring some for the homie
(Black Pussy)
I know you fuck the real bitches only
we can have fun but bring some for the homie (for the homie)
(Sweet Black Pussy)
Pussy
Black Pussy... Black Pussy
Sweet Black Pussy... Pussy
Black Pussy
That Sweet Black Pussy...
Black Pussy..
That Sweet Black Pussy...
Black Pussy... [repeat to fade]
 
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"Black Superman (Freestyle)"

"Black Superman (Freestyle)"


[Intro:]
East Side Long Beach, Blap Blap... Cob, Circle Of Boss;S
Its Your Boy Crooked, Lets Do It To Em...

[Verse 1:]
They Call Me Black Superman
Black Rouger Man
Fast Shootin Hand
Clap Your Brand New Sedan
I'm Raps Luther Van
Got Hoes Throwin Panties
Watch The Flow Blow As If I Rap Thru A Fan, Man
Everybody Knows From Sets Vargos To Varios
That Chrome Shotty Give Your Body Holes
And I Body Hoes
Last Chick They Tried To Set Me Up
I Squoze The Tommy, Mami Adios
I'm A Gangsta
Vest And A Chain
Ain't No Questions Wether
I'm Destined To Reign
Wont Rest Till I'm The Best In The Game
Me And Kanye Got Somethin In Common
You Have To Attach The West To The Name Crooked
Give Me Mine Or I'm Gonna Squab With Critics
I Never Rock Without My Dodger Fitted
Me And Dj Skee In A Level 3 Benz Brabus Kitted
I'm A Boss, Who Got A Problem With It
I Live It So I Can Spit It
Poetic Picture, Oscar Vivid
So When You That Boxter Dippin,
You Know That A Mobsters In It..
Wait A Minute, I'm Above The Law
I Ain't A Painter, But I Love To Draw
Can I Thug Wid Yall..

Ughh
Yea, Yea
I'm Black Superman

Blap Blap Cob, Circle Of Boss;S

[Verse 2:]
Yeah Nigga...
From This Industry Long Beach Wont Leave
Even If I Gotta Stick A Chrome Piece To Ya Dome Piece, Don't Breathh..
They Cold Slugs From Some Og's
We So Thug In The Pro Cuts With The Long Sleeves
Niggaz That Raised Me, They Sold Keys
Some Of 'em Spinnin Small Face Hundreds, The Same Colour As Old Cheese
I Wont Squueze, Hoe Please
I'm So Cold When I Breeth Its A 20 Below (De)Grees
Don't Fist Fight Another Round
Big Pipes Sit Right Under My Pin Stripe Button Down
Sit Tight Not Another Sound
I Egnite Another Round
Quick Like Lightening
Put Your Click Right Underground
I Hear You Sayin Some Shit
But It Ain't True
You Niggaz Gang Banging
Claimin A Gang That Don't Even Clame You
I Still Do What You Cant Do, Cob, Circle Of Boss;S
We Ain't Thru Nigga

Yeah Nigga Yo All Know What It Is,Dynasty Cob, Circle Of Bosses Nigga
Crip Or Blood, Cash Over Bithces, Yeah Nigga What
Yo Skee, Lets Do Business Man
 
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"Boom Boom Clap"

"Boom Boom Clap"


[Intro]
Yea this is for gangsta's only
The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me
These cats wanna hate cause they dangers on me
We strapped in the club, so it's dangerous homie

[Verse 1]
Boom Boom Clap, Clap, Boom Clap
This is Dodger Music, this the new blue hat
This the bulletproof coupe with the moon roof back
With the deuce deuce strap, this is new school crack
Boom Boom Clap, Clap, Boom Clap
Make way for young boss, dude move back
Cause dude pack enough heat to remove dudes shaqs
Keep his quarters and jimmy choo shoes now who's back
Dynasty for life, y'all know what's good
Middle finger's how we throw up our hood
Bone crushers ready, eatin wimps for dinner
Them boys is blood suckers like a ten percenta
Man Crooked bomb first boy, please do not diss
Nine years later, I'm still on some pac ish
Got my own label, let's pop cris
I'm feelin like Dre at the Vibe Awards, can't nobody stop this

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm two steppin with your freak yo
We in the club twenty deep yo
Everybody on the streets know
Beef wit us homie my heat go
Boom Boom Clap, Clap Boom Clap
Beef wit us homie my heat go
Boom Boom Clap, Clap Boom Clap
Everybody on the streets know

[Hook]
Yeah, Pay your rent girl
Drop down to the ground
Pay your rent girl
Do the freak to the beat
Pay your rent girl
Lapdance that man
Pay your rent girl

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Long Beach got nothing to hide
East side, 5-6-2 I say it with pride
Chicks see the C-N-S and they get inside
I used my cars to get broads, I pimp my ride
Nicca, black mercedes packed with ladies
Half they crazy, asses is askin to have my baby
Rappers lately acting shady
Have me clap three eightys
You backwards cats amaze me
Nope, I don't feel you fags
Money in the safe but I gotta fill new bags
I don't feel too bad, got beef holla
I'll put money on your head like a dollar bill doorag

[Chorus]

[Intro]

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I don't need no ex, still getting more sex
Get it then I let the Horseshoe Gang go next
Still sippin moet, still hittin your ex
Still got diamonds in my Bill Clinton rolex
How you livin? Is that really your crib?
I got rich, never sat on Rap City with Tig
Absolutely you dig, I'll mack milli your wig
I'm black william bonnie, that's Billy The Kid
I keep clips like them virginia boys
First you get money man then you store
I'm waiting for a bad chick to walk in the door
With a body like Kenya Moore, I get in ya more

[Chorus]
 
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"Boss Nigga Now"

"Boss Nigga Now"


[Intro:]
What is it all about huh?
What the fuck is it about?
I'm readin an article and they tryin to tell me
I'm jealous of Kurupt's album droppin
What you mean by that, I want all my niggaz to sell on the West
I hope my nigga hit diamond this time
I ain't never been a hater nigga
It's not my motherfuckin veins boy
Real nigga music

[Hook: x4]
Do they hate me now
Cause I'm a boss nigga now

[Over the Hook]
Do you hate me nigga?
yeah, I don't know my nigga
I'm still the same nigga
Do they hate me now?
yeah, I ain't switched nigga
I'm a business man
Let's go...

How many niggaz wanna know the reason I left from Death Row
right after Suge said I was the Best on the westcoast
my pay check over there had me dressing in fresh clothes
with jewelry around my neck I was sexing the best hoes
wasn't a damn thang, you can tell me when I spited
rocking the same chain Makaveli represented
ready to aim thangs when it was deadly I was wit it
pistols would Bang Bang I put shellys in Ya fitted
Fuck It I frontlined it
Got in to beef behind it
the comeback, I was blinded
the contrack I signed it
whoever was braking bread with me That's who I was aligned with
after they did that this cat was one track minded
Ride for the label I'm fatal I'm able to disable any unstable finagler
nigga brought to the table
4 years later I'm Riding no matter what the cause
but it was time to go so I could be my own BOSS MOTHAFUCKA

[Hook: Till The End]
Do they hate me now
Cause I'm a boss nigga now
 
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"Brainwashed Ni666a"

"Brainwashed Ni666a"


I mean like, I don't really understand it why do people riot, I mean like, poor blacks, poor whites, Mexicans
They just tear up their own cities and shit
Everything is just fine in this country
I mean, you know what I'm talking about right?
You saw Mike Brown
He stole some blunt wraps man, he pushed that guy, he deserved what he got, right?
Am I right or am I right?
Eric Garner selling cigarettes, man, you can't go around selling cigarettes
Second hand smoke kills
I mean, they should have choked him out, right?
Philando [?] he's reaching for his license, they weaponize those things!

You a brainwashed nigga
In the race draft, 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't brainwashed
We don't want your ass, 'cause you're brainwashed
Head shots to the brain!
You a brainwashed nigga
In the race draft, 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't brainwashed
We don't want your ass, 'cause you're brainwashed
POP! POP! 'leave his brain washed!

You a brainwashed nigga
I don't know what y'all on
Just leave me the fuck alone
Every day another sucker's born
What the fucker was your mother on?
Some of that propaganda fluid
I seen it all before that's how I knew it
Dehumanize an entire population before extermination
And the whole nation claps when you do it
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Your loyalties lie with the vultures
They sent you hear to infiltrate the culture
Greg Poppovich is how they coach you
Soldier, soul to be a soldier, got it?
Product of that MKUltra
I'm knowing the enemies in the building
"Hey, hey! There he goes right there!"
He looks like us he's a chameleon
"Go get that nigga man!"

You a brainwashed nigga
In the race draft, 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't brainwashed
We don't want your ass, 'cause you're brainwashed
Head shots to the brain!
You a brainwashed nigga
In the race draft, 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't brainwashed
We don't want your ass, 'cause you're brainwashed
POP! POP! 'leave his brain washed!
You a brainwashed nigga!

Yeah man, I picked up this goddamn magazine, this rap magazine
Nigga on the cover looking like he ain't black faced
Some of you street niggas brainwashed too
Only point your gun at another black person
You're doing their dirty work

Malcolm X died for your sins
Doctor King died for your sins
Machiavelli died for your sins, gold jewels on your entire limbs
Chrome shoes on your Benz tire rims, ridiculed by your friends
Viewing life through the Empire's lense
Fuck boi, give peace a chance John Lennon
But I'm surrounded by these Don Lemons
See them on the news making excuses for all the executions
Blind man see the phony fry in him
I'm hoping God with him when the ride
Sent him six shots in him Glock spin him like a spinning top then he stops grinning
Gotta show your teeth, tuck your shirt by the gooch buckle
No nuts hang [?] boy got a moose knuckle
Emasculate our identity that's the new struggle
'Till we harmless as a cute chuckle
 
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"California (Remix)"
(feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, E-40, Jayo Felony, Kurupt, Ma)

"California (Remix)"
(feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, E-40, Jayo Felony, Kurupt, Ma)



[Intro:]
Welcome to California
Remix [echo]
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Uh Westcoast
Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies, look...
See I was raised at the gutter
And no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water
I ain't dependin' on rappin'
And I ain't wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin
I grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start clappin
And I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it
Gettin' that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it
Mack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine
And most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine
[Verse 2: Jayo Felony]
Man, I'm quick to tell a killer that I'm iller than he is
See, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please
Look I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches
And I love these witches that be gobblin' snobbishness
We takin' wrist watches, we be plottin' on change main
Why did I hit you up? Homie this is the gang thang
Can't hang with us gorillas, main, you just an orangutan
Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN!
[Verse 3: Sly Boogy]
Right, aight, hold up, trip (ha ha!)
Me and my niggaz came to blow up shit (yeah)
And show these niggaz how to flow that spit (yeah)
And quit actin' like some hoe-ass tricks (Sly Boogy)
Fool, you know who the hell it is (yeah)
I'm clickin' up wit all my cousins and relatives
And you could roll wit us and rep yo block
And we could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock
So come on
[Hook: Butch Cassidy]
Everybody all around the world (yeah)
All the little baby boys and girls (alright)
Can't sleep cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California
All the seeds all across the globe
People comin' from coast to coast
For the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California
[Verse 4: E-40]
Talk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain
Y'all know my name
Y'all know who this is rappin' over this steel trap
Y'all know it's the man wit the slang
Use no pedal when pushin' that cane
Everything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade
Magazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom
Every rapper got a little E-40 up in em
Every rapper off the heezy fo sheezy
I thought you plot 'em wit Jigga down
For shit got down
[Verse 5: Kurupt]
Switches, bitches, chrome deep dishes
Impalas, pop collars and pop collar bones
It's California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya
Cologne, you California
I'm Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck
Not to give a fuck, Kurupt
86 gang bang, World War 3
Thunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali
California nigga!
[HOOK]
[Verse 6: Crooked I]
The women hop in the whip
They love the way the speakers be subbin' in eight places
I represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis
On roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal
I'm slangin' spinners, how you lovin' me now
In L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high
He's Sly Boogy, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know?
And I'm Death Row, heartless and lethal
You seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel
Yeeah
[Verse 7: Roscoe]
Blaze up the sticky dro, raise up the '64
Sittin' low at the liquor store
He's better than generous, inconsiderate
On a shwe wit a cigarette
You know that nigga Young Roscoe rollin' in the Cadillac
rag on these (on these)
I got my Khakillac saggin' wit the crease
And everybody wanna know like, "what's up wit Sco?"
It's Y.A. Killafornia!
[Verse 8: 2Pac]
Know for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me
And nah it ain't the drugs, it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' niggaz have it
I been labelled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers
And catch a, catch a nigga worldwide
A fucking Mob Figga, West Coast who ride
[HOOK]
[Outro:]
We hope you have enjoyed your stay [echo]
Think about this stuff [echo]
 
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"Can I Talk To You?!"

"Can I Talk To You?!"


[Intro:]
Yeah...
You Know Sometimes I Find It Hard To Put Everything I Wanna Express In One Song You Know?
Some Times You Gotta Go Out Side The Box When You Create...
Can I Talk To You? (Talk To You)
I Just Wanna Talk To 'Ya'll
Can I Talk To You? (Talk To You)
No Hooks
I Just Wanna Talk To You... (Talk To You)
No Motherfucking Watered Down Bullshit
Can I Talk To You? (Talk To You)
Let Me Holla At 'Ya'll Man

[Verse:]
Yeah Me Not Writing A Album Every Seven Days
Is As Odd As You Meeting A Reverend That Never Prays
It's As Rare As Me Not Packing A Pistol In The Seventh Grade
It's Like Surviving A Shot From Every Weapon Ever Made
See I'm On An Everlasting Endeavor For Better Days
Got A Vendetta For Chedda I'm Rippin' Whatever Stage
And I'm Way More Than Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase
Way More Than A Chain And Some Size Eleven J's
I'm A Pyromaniac Looking For Mics To Set A Blaze
I'm A Psycho Brainiac Focus My Brain Never Sways
And My Minds A Maze With A Hundred And Eighty Seven Ways
For Me To Get Out My Mind And Let That Beretta Raise
Or Pop The Shotgun Bet You Never Met A Guage
Leave You Deader Than Dead Stop Your Breath It Won't Let You Age
Disrespect Me Expect Me To Protect Me And Catch A Case
Adress Me As Leather Face Jesse Smith And Wesson James
Not To Spit In Heavens Face But I Live In This Hell This Place
Where People Are Rebellin' Sellin' Hatin' Expelling Grace
In The Ghetto A Piece Of Metal's In Every Felons Waist
The Devil's Peddling Wicked Thoughts At An Excelling Pace
Meddling In Affairs Offer Nectre You Never Taste
Fools And Jesters Fall Victim Hope You Rest In A Better Place
Maybe We Should All Pray Instead Of Measures Of Less Or Fake
See I've Been There Before Bad Weather The Pressure Makes
And As Strange As It Sound I Forever Will Treasure Snakes
Cause They Make Me Appreciate My Brethren Who Never Fake
Swear To God I'm Writing Albums Like Every Seven Days
With' No Effort Then I Crash 'Em Them Records I Never Played
But Today I'm Letting Letter's Connect To Digest A Page
My Collective Perspectives Are Effective When Expressing Rage
Respected I'm Expected To Select The Domestic Cage
In The Pen For Felonies They Said It Would Never Pay
And This Is What They Say Bout You Nigguhs Who Ghetto Raised
Let 'Em Face Hunger And Deadly Plagues No Question They Catching Strays
They Sex'n They Catchin AIDS A Wretched Phaze
Our Community's In It's Like We Gotta Be Edrain James
Just To Dodge Obsticals Kids Homeless They Never Ate
Living In Shelters Momma's Felt This Factions From Section Eight
And These Politicians Are Bitches With Shit They Legislate
Convicted Felons Are Slaves So Prisons They'd Rather Make
Free Labor Is Paper For Corporations In Every State
So They Target Us Nigguhs Man I Carry This Heavy Weight
I Meditate Picture Myself In Front Of Heaven's Gates
Open My Eyes I'm Still In The Hood For Heaven's Sake

[Outro:]
Can I Talk To You!
Can I Talk To You?
Can I (Can I) Talk To You?
I Just Wanna Talk To You... Hey Wiz Talk To Them Man!
I Just Wanna Talk To You...
Can I Talk To You?
I Just Wanna Talk To You...
Can I Talk To You? DJ Wiz Talking With His Hands!
I'm Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase... To You!
I'm Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase... To You... To You!
I'm Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase...
 
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"Cigar Boy (Freestyle)"

"Cigar Boy (Freestyle)"


Yeah
Tenth anniversary for Hip Hop Weekly is around the corner
Niggas paranoid, nigga I'm back at it
Star boy, call me cuban cigar boy
The illest...
I feel like Michael Jackson with the glitter glove at the MTV awards
Rocking a fedora on some Kingpin shit
The flow is Neil Armstrong planting his flag on a Saturday
That mean I'm moonwalking on some weekend shit
I'm from the city of Long Beach that's where police get hit
And the guns are so voluptuous, just wanna squeeze this bitch
I'm street shit, my niggas'll never snitch, rather sleep six
Feet beneath the earth where all of they secrets is
G shit, but nowadays the G code get treated horrible, don't it?
Different court than when Jordan was on it
All lame ball games, I'm just enjoying the moment
When I'm recording at four in the morning destroying opponents
See these rappers like to front like they the ones that's ill with it
When it come to real lyrics cause I'm under skilled
Critics said you was sick, he wouldn't know fuck shit
Even if he was sitting on the toilet while the plunger still in it
Deal with it, nigga this is God level flow
What I'm about to say next, I'm freestyling, so I never know
Booth pitch black, watch bezel glow
This that Breakfast Club shit, nigga the Lox episode
I just attract those riches, then racks come to me
I just attract more bitches than flat tummy tea
I just rap so vicious, it's a civil duty to be a star boy
Like I mixed the class on civics and astrophysics
I'm out here getting at your Mrs
I didn't know though, if she ain't loyal that's your business
I got the TDE strap, nigga the shrapnel visits
Your abs and your soul 'cause it's pointed at your gizzard
Don't act so 'spicious, what's that? That's those crickets
I leave everybody he knows bleeding, back row tickets
Gimme the cash flow digits, gimme the rap flow so heavy in food for thought
That it crack your dishes and snap your dentures
(Bitches) Rappers can't compete with the wisdom
They still got the brainwashing they received from the system
I could've easily dissed them, squeeze it and leave them a victim
'Cause we be taking beef literally, like a thief in the kitchen
You lost souls, I ain't judging y'all, I ain't the magistrate
The plates is out of steak, the Chucks is rattlesnake
The bucks won't change me no matter the amount I make
'Cause I know how to keep shit sweet even when I'm out of cake
Nah, I don't need a dollar to thrive
Before I had an Impala to drive with models inside
I opened a book of real niggas, followed the guide
While my lioness gave me head and swallowed my pride
I took all of my problems astride, gotta survive
Even when I feel like my extended clips hollow inside
Had God on my side, started from the bottom and rise
I lost a couple of friends, caught them in lies
Like being in a relationship you need to break up and escape
Or staying with a deadbeat you need to wake up and replace
Or Donald Trump shaking hands with Martin Luther the Third
Niggas showing fake love straight up to my face
Dog, that ain't nothing but a life lesson
I'm glad you expose yourself, I don't like guessing
I'm in a swimming pool that'll shock Khaled, counting my blessings
Ordering cobb salad with some light dressing
Your favorite rapper? You swear that he the craziest
Then you find out he not the savior that he say he is
All his songs fire 'cause of Holy Ghost writers
It's like finding out the bible was written by some atheists
Man, I do this shit religiously, I do this shit religiously
Realest nigga in the industry, illest nigga in the industry
This is C.O.B
COB season
What we say? We say "all year." We doing this all year!
I'm on fire! Yeah, [?] to the grinders
Forever, forever, forever
Out
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
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"Circle Gang Anthem"
(feat. Kobe)

"Circle Gang Anthem"
(feat. Kobe)



I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Ghettomerica
A... fuck these haterz nigga
Bitch ass niggas
Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas
C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)
Ya' naw mean nigga
Fuck you nigga
Cash over bitches
Controlling our block
Hey [x5]
Circle gang C.O.B. (hey) [x4]
I keep tellin em that I'm the boss of the west
They want to crown me's big king of the coast
Flow meaner than most
I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr.
Eager to boast middle finger
No genius is closer, I'm deeper
I feel your pain put your hands against da speaker
Then I'm going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
Fuck a whole song I give a damn if it's a feature
Lyrics lifting these spirits high as cannabis sativa
Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)
Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether
They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c'mon)
An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em
Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's
I used to paint pictures with my sixteens
Now I spit plasma big screens
Look at the vivid scenes
Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)
Bandanas up report to your sargeant
Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine
You got a party let us march in
Hey Tiko, we don't even need ello chico? to barge in
[Chorus: Kobe]
Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at
I got my man on my hip where the beef at
My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks
Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)
Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)
In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo
The new west coming through
Lil' niggas what you gone do
I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach
Then they step they foot in the city
In my city Crooked is Biggie
They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities
Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny
And I'll pull it on any
'specially the funny sort
This is a money sport
I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse
Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness
They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
Every witness around were straight scared shitless
Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness
Real talk the life of a young boss
Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off
One false move in the beat that's how people become lost
C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo
Put it on yo flag too
Music you could sag to
Sack a dub bag to
Load a chrome mag to
Slap a hatin' ass fag too
Yeah that too
So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you
Haters I need a reason to kill you
In your sleep that'll make my dreams come true
[Chorus:]
Circle gang, C.O.B. [x5]
Treacherous Records Niggas
 
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