Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"City Lights"

"City Lights"


I walk in the streets and I ask him
Asked him a question is this a war going on out here
What you see out here is just one of the fires now blazing
Now raging across the city we got here first
So ten minutes before the fire crews arrived
And they obviously got a lot on their hands
I'd like to do this porn for y'all tonight
It's called city lights
I wrote it on a rainy day
Look how pretty the city lights are
Burn baby burn burn
Burn hope
Look how pretty the city lights are
Burn baby burn burn
Burn hope
Look how pretty the city lights are
If I like this news rate
We can watch the flames dance under the moonlight
As the smoke swirls and twirls like the Tatcha
The building disappears like Walla
You see we had a community leader
But the government killed him
When they found him they killed him in front of his woman and children
They ain't hide shit is was nothing to shield 'em
Just publicly filled 'em with a slug to the grilled 'em
Humble till they swum the stilling
That's why we at this government building
Throwing Molotov's at it for our brother
Burning before another holocaust happened
When my nigga fell I see all of y'all clapping
Now it's your turn to hit the trail give 'em a trip to hell
I'ma send all of y'all packing and wish 'em well
A lunatic like a disease driver giving you a lift I'm Uber sick
I'm sick in the mind cuz I'm sick of being treating like
My skin is a crime now the enemies mine yeah
I went from NSA to the military kind
Cuz they killing us over a nickel and dime
Killing us 15 sin at time
Pyromaniacs you made us
Now that corn house is blood is getting blazed up
Look how pretty the city lights are
Burn baby burn burn
Burn hope
Look how pretty the city lights are
Burn baby burn burn
Burn hope
Look how pretty the city lights are
They calling me an arsonist
But when I strike 'em at your draws a flame I'm on my artist shit
Where were you when we was drinking water full of arsenic
From your pipeline causing a lifetime of retarded kids
Up in your big house chilling without a doubt
When my homie was on the street blood spilling up out his mouth
Robocop standing over him with a smoking gun
Poking fun at the hole in his lung
That's why we sticking you cowards out of our hood
Out of our sight comedy out of our pain mockery's out of our strife
My life, my life I just want to survive in this crazy world
Bullets want to stop me from reading stories to my baby girls
So it's bandanas over the face as I firebomb the precinct
So much smoke you damn made me hurl
Then I stumbled outside so I could enjoy the fireworks
Fuck the empire we riders
Look how pretty the city lights are
Burn baby burn burn
Burn hope
Look how pretty the city lights are
Burn baby burn burn
Burn hope

 

[fox69]

"Cowboy Bebop"

"Cowboy Bebop"


Its been a hundred years since man has discovered intergalactic travel
Perfecting methods of propulsion far beyond what his ancestors imagined
COB we from a different reality
Real niggas figured out how to travel the galaxy
Soul aliens, we encountered a pound of Cali weed
Now we push weight light years beyond humanity
Even though they branded
Even though they don't understand it
We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit
You bitch you
Even though they branded
Even though they don't understand it
We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit
You bitch you
I'm still intergalactic hustling
Still packing space guns with interactive functions
Voice command pistols like
Shoot this nigga
Before we ended the act of tussling, a bullet
Entered his back and crushed him
And it happened quick as a snap
Did it in a minute in fact
One minute your shit is attacked then its a wrap
I get drunk catch cases
'Til I had to get the breathalyzer interlock device
Just to activate my spaceship
These days lay back get head in the Uber
Different meaning from facelift
Stay swift
Walk with my chest out like an ese on May 5th
But that's my old shit
This that wormhole shit
Cowboy Bebop
Gum bottom Reeboks
Hollerin' at some ewoks
They call me robocops put a bounty on me
And put me in the super predator category like Hillary
Even though they branded
Even though they don't understand it
We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit
You bitch you
According to the anti-radicalization protocol
Gangster rap music has been banned
Anyone caught listen to it will be punished by law
Welcome to Planet X
They tell me planet X is flat with no curvature
But I was flat broke with no furniture
So even if its not circular the system's still jerkin' ya
My city full of murderers
Stolen legacy educated by burglars
On rainy days I get Grayskull like Eternia
She suck my dick 'til my body cramp like a hernia
When this male fed with your ex I'm returning her
That's letter talk
She mad just let her talk
Sit like Cleo and set it off
I'm better off ignoring the tetherball
Back and forth, I'm cut from a better cloth
Leather soft, never soft, forever boss
Different dimensions I weave in and out of
My haters on coke, they sneeze I see powder
Life's a bitch, I'll ask can I live?
When she judge the evils Imma reasonable doubt her
With a feasible amount of good deeds the hood needs
Retired crook just trying to plant me some good deeds
Yeah
I'm just trying to feel me a good breeze
While my chick is smoking some wish a nigga would treese
Is that too much to ask for
I went crazy psycho loco on my last war
RZA sent a message I assembled a task force
Fast forward to now
There's more conflict at the back door
I need to relax more
Come go with me
So I can recite you some of this thug poetry
Hold up
Let me see which one I wrote for you
Nigga you ain't wrote me shit

 

[fox69]

"CrazyPsychoLoco"

"CrazyPsychoLoco"


I got some homies turning phony I can't chill with
I got cops that want me dead I have to deal with
I got some shooters in my clique that's who I kill with
I'm going crazy, my life's fucked up on some real shit

And I know
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
Cause' everybody's crazy!

Crazy, psycho, loco, crazy, psycho, loco
Fuck the pigs for life cause' we don't like no robos
A month ago they killed my cousin with a chokehold
Tuck my.45 it's on on sight with po'po'
They bringing the national guard in, bring in the national guard in
Soon as they come I'm blasting the sergeant, ain't no pass if it's marchin
It's crooks in half of the department, using their ass as a target
If you ain't blasting that vermin, should've stayed your ass in the car then
Crazy, psycho, loco, crazy, psycho, loco
Fuck the pigs for life cause' I don't like no robo
That drone on autopilot, armed and flying solo
Unload the ammunition, whether you're black or cholo
They bringing the martial law in, bring in the martial law in
Soon as they fuck with the starving artist, imma just start to draw in
They call us apes, I get 'em, I growl, rip apart your squadron
All of my gorillas evolving, y'all better talk to Darwin!

I got some homies turning phony I can't chill with
I got cops that want me dead I have to deal with
I got some shooters in my clique that's who I kill with
I'm going crazy, my life's fucked up on some real shit

And I know
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
Cause' everybody's crazy!

Crazy, psycho, loco, crazy, psycho, loco
Fuck the pigs for life cause' I don't like no robo
Bring them cameras out, I kill a cop for promo
Record it and play it back a thousand times in slow-mo
Bring in the special forces, bring in the special forces
Soon as they flexing torches we gonna protect the fortress
Look at this Smith'n'Wesson, nigga this weapon's gorgeous
When a robot step through the door just put his head in orbit!
Crazy, psycho, loco, crazy, psycho, loco
Fuck the pigs for life cause' I don't like no robo
A million Tamir Rice's I can't take it no mo'
Packa, packa, packa, that's for lil' Bro-bro
Crazy, psycho, loco, crazy, psycho, loco
Fuck the pigs for life cause' I don't like no robo
Crazy, psycho, loco, crazy, psycho, loco
Tuck my.45 it's on on sight with po'po'

I got some homies turning phony I can't chill with
I got cops that want me dead I have to deal with
I got some shooters in my clique that's who I kill with
I'm going crazy, my life's fucked up on some real shit

And I know
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
I'm going crazy!
Cause' everybody's crazy!

 

[fox69]

"Creased Khaki Flow"

"Creased Khaki Flow"


Go...
Yeah... you wanna know what this is my nigga
(The creased khaki flow)
The creased khaki flow ykno what I'm talking about, that gangsta shit, what
else (the white tee spit)
Yeah, I'm talking about a whole motherfuckin can of starch nigga
(the creased khaki flow)
And one crease comin down the middle of a white t-shirt yeah
(the white tee spit)

Crooked I's cold-blooded like I gotta Rick James degree
I'm so rugged, switch lanes with me
I'm so thuggish, ho's love it, flip change, live dangerously
Only lames spit game for free
You damn right this man writes his raps like his life's in a crisis
And I'm twice as sick as Ms. Anne Rice is
I stand right up squeezin the mic lifeless
You might like my concise preciseness... like this
Cats came in the rap game and claimin they crack slangin, the gat aimin
In fact, they act just like Matt Damon
Homie my gat'll slay men
You cats say when and... blaow
I roll up on your block then I blast
Cops finna ask who shot you while you rockin an oxygen mask
I hit the gas in the drop finna smash to the spot
Got my glock locked in the stash spot in the dash
My six cruise on big shoes
I'm a lit fuse with sick views
I got issues, I misuse... pistols
Say we in combat, I spazmatic like a crazy Vietnam cat

[Hook:]
Yeah, crease your motherfuckin khakiz up
Juice the batteries in your low-rider caddies up
Chuck Taylors, white tees, slang cavy what
These streets made me a trigger-happy nut
Yeah, crease your motherfuckin khakiz up
Juice the batteries in your low-rider caddies up
White tees, Chuck Taylors, slang cavy what
These streets made me a trigger-happy nut

Yeah, it's young Crooked
Yeah you had a leg but my pump took it
Now you hip-hop cuz you one-footed
I lick shots, drop, here comes bullets
I leave scenes sick as Hitchcock
News won't even run footage (tell em)
I come hooded jus like a grim...reaper
Slim... keeper, 9 double m heater
Creepin in tha streets, deep in the seats of tha jeep
Beatin new releases through 10 speakers
It gets deeper
I'm bringin that long beach feeling back
See me on tha eastside where all of them killers at
But my enemies don't wear raiders, saints, or even a steelers hat
They wear a badge... how real is that?
No matter what, ghetto life is still in my veins
If you poverty-living, I know you feelin my pain
I'm still sick in the brain, skill spit with such meticulous game
Shoot ridiculous like Nicholas Van Exel
Guess who's sexing your step-daughters
A nigga who can draw glocks better than sketch-artists
When I walk in the club, hug your ho
Hustlers know, I'm nut-so with the thugsta flow
Everything's open, nothing is closed
Magazine's throwing me on them fuckin covers to pose
Look at young papi, cocky, never sold one copy
Gun cocked rocky, please come stop me
So and so is cool, what's his name is aight
Homeboy is okay, but Crooked I is tyte
That's what's heard, that's my word, act absurd
You cats get served cuz I rap disturbed
I'm closing doors with the quickness
I'm in the Pocanos poking hos hoping you don't poke your nose in my business haters
I'm scopin those from a distance
Relentless foes get a broken nose for persistence
Absolutely, cats bringin gats to shoot me
I even watch all them rats actin goofy
Disguised as groupies, that's a doozy
What's that bulge under your shirt?
That's a uzi... excuse me

[Hook]

Yeah! Long Beach is back, I told y'all niggaz man
I'm comin down Atlantic Ave.
letting my paint drip on the motherfuckin street '61 rag
ay style, we gonna get this money and buy the Queen Mary 5-6-2
I told y'all
Long Beach is ba-a-a-a-a-ACK! nigga! gyeah!
Creased Khaki Flow...The White Tee Spit
Jim Gittum...Crooked I
C.O.B. til we di-i-ie

 

[fox69]

"Crook N Porter"

"Crook N Porter"


Dominick Senior let me tell you what the man's about
I don't dress weird and talk funny to stand out
You pushin quarters, petty hustlers get ran out
Put that quarter back in your pocket unless he Dan Fouts
True vision, I ride around on a food mission
Don't get in the way of nutrition, my dude listen
The tool's hidden, yeah I keep that wig splitter under my gat like a beautician with a tooth missing
Green pieces of paper, weed trees from Jamaica
16 Bars, 16 keys and a scraper
These are the things that a street G see when he major
Tell the chef at Pappadeaux preseason my gator
I kick a flow off the loud, then I flow off the dome just to throw off the crowd
A nigga in his 30's ain't no Mohawks allowed
Catch a ho off my smile
A gorilla lookin' nigga eating a banana in my Range Rover
Them snowbunnies smelling pheromones from a lane over
Ain't no I in team, but it's two "i's" in Wii
And when we go Black Ops nigga, game over
Kill em all until nothing is left homie
I do this while I'm chillin' with the cousin of death
Think I'm from Wu-Tang how I'm fuckin' with Meth
My crew slang, keep that under your breath, we move things
Moving top speed to the top we, you can not be serious nigga that you can stop me
I don't do what's popular, I overlook you like a good view does the city through some new binoculars
You gettin' money you can mob with us, I'm flashy like a shootout between 2 photographers
Still they call the security when Crook strolled in
I'm really just a deep thinker dressed in wolf's clothing
I got a pulse but my wrist looks frozen
Fuck with me and death's door is gettin' pushed open
Funny how a hater want to stop a nigga's shine
Make me wanna grab the Glock, cock it, and pop it in his mind
Instead I'mma pour a shot, top it with some lime
I'm sippin' on vodka strong as Chewbaca in his prime
Thinkin' God forgive, He's kind, so opposite of mine
So I'mma hit the grind til I'm the topic of the time
See I'm confident that competition's hoppin' into line to fall victim to apocalyptic rhymes
So poppin' shit is fine, not to my face, say it to my back
Cuz I'm ahead of you whack niggas, blame it on a fact
When your paper get jammed up, blame it on a fax
While I'm in Saks snatchin' everything hangin' on the racks
I used to reach out 'til my arm would get tired
I ain't reachin' out no more, that offer expired
Matter of fact, this entire song is coffin inspired
Draw then I fire, you fell off, you lost the desire
Caught Alzheimers, forgot the lost art of the raw rhymer
G-shot, niggas all kinda small timers
This tune is an open wound to a salt miner
C.O.B we A Few Good Men like Rob Reiner
That's why them hoes be on us when we with Mr. Porter
Told you we gettin' head or tail quick as you flip a quarter
Think of the best rappers alive from 5 to number 1
If I ain't on the bottom then nigga switch the order
Stop the presses, hip-hop ain't dead but it's rockin' dresses
You got the message, from the Apex Predator

 

[fox69]

"Crowns"

"Crowns"


[Intro]
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
Rival crews, get your black suits up, I'll never change
[Interlude]
It's different over here
Turn this shit up, man
That predator shit, turn it up
[Hook]
Triple black Bentley, fuck nigga let me steer through
You can see the chunky ass grill in your rear view
Kings wear crowns nigga, yeah kings wear crowns
Team beachfront, the sea water clear blue
Lil Kim shit, got some queen bitches here too
Kings wear crowns nigga, I said kings wear crowns
[Verse 1]
Crooked I you a pharoah, keep your eye on the sparrow
If she fly let me bone, I'll supply you with marrow
Met you in the club, I'm surprised you was there though
Mingling with the scrubs, vampires and weirdos
I valet in front of the zombies and tricks
The paint on the coup as white as Abercrombie and Fitch
Tried to find me a bitch
Tried to find me a mommy that remind me of origami
If mommy bends and folds then mommy is the shit
Fuckin' her boobs, salami her tits
Nothin' to prove, you hard with this dick I nut and I move
Baby, I'm an apex predator
Half a million in cash in the bag and a bad credit score
The body is her temple, I need a better door
Couple of windows I work in on myself, that's the metaphor
Hit the cheddar boy, I'm on a gold mine
Crooked had that diamond supply before the closed line
Reach for the rocky necklace, niggas get clotheslined
But a real nigga get bad bitches with no shine
SSUTT SSUTT C.O.B you know who this is
SLAUGHTERHOUSE, you know what we do to pigs
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Remember this? Why you wanna player hate on C.O.B?
Don't ask me who featured on my album, why how come?
Cuz nigga I'm featured on my album
Dominick Wickliffe, I'm a big business
I'mma click llamas if the drama get hotter than a sauna
Quick, pop a clip, even if I gotta sit opposite the snitch, an anonymous witness
True hustlers ain't even sleepin' in their dreams
Pushin' Benjies since niggas was puttin' creases in they jeans
Had Jay-Z and Kels, blastin' out of my 12's
Best of both worlds, a giant amongst elves
Born dirt poor, I balled in my 20's
Though I'm in my 30's now, [?] 30 thou
I kill em [?] style, walking out of that Wells Fargo
In a black label Ralph, talking that 2 button cargo
MILFS scanning me like a barcode
Another queen on deck, let's see what the cards hold
Horoscope dope when Crooked I is in star mode
Striking various poses, iced out son of Mary and Joseph
Dressed to kill like the terrorists wearing explosives
Beware of my focus, oh shit
[Hook]
[Outro]
Turn it up when you push to this
Light it up, roll kush to this
Yell SSUTT SSUTT and throw it up to this
You want lean, pour it up to this
Yeah, kings wear crowns
I said kings wear crowns

 

[fox69]

"Cut You Loose (Freestyle)"

"Cut You Loose (Freestyle)"


It's February 28, 2017
I'm in the Mint Rooms
Glendale, California
Working on Good vs. Evil Part 2
Some old shit came up man...
Had me feeling kinda nostalgic...

I blended Malcom and Martin's names together for my motivation
That's King with a X, homie no relation
I'm cutting niggas loose like the officers do when they find the hogtied victims after home invasions
I never let you tell me all I am
Kidnap the game give the federalli's my demand
See I shed so many tears now it's Me Against The World
Cause some of my niggas fake as Makavelli's hologram
So we faced with a conundrum
Like um, where's that different cloth niggas talk about being cut from?
Wasn't so they was cutting sewn [?] faux fur by the lump sum
I was descended of everything you pretended to be
Indefinitely my pedigree is genetically embedded in my code You can never been an image of me
You spit pathetically, I spit prophetically
Let it be known I predicted the very way the ending would be
You jealous of the real nigga in me
Incredibly soon as niggas put they pen to the beat
They definitively dinner to me, a killer MC, I better be
I grew up in the motherfucking the dumpster
When niggas try to rob you
You broke and they get pissed off and jumped you
Nigga you would have to go to Skid Row to really know my hunger
Judge me motherfucker
You don't want to walk in my shoes
Lost and confused, talking to booze
Problems so I thought I would choose
A bottle just for solving my blues
It all was a ruse
The amount of alcohol I abused
Was like sipping with your straw in the pool
Couldn't follow the rules
Til I put together all of the clues
I'm reading more just to polish my jewels
Sharpened my views that's positive news
I'm rapping more maybe all of muse
Maybe all in a [?]
When I speak the real gospel it moves
The audience more than all of them dudes
I paid my entire wallet in dues
No volatile fuse, now I Dalai Lama you fools
Ima standstill, reduce a mountain to an anthill
Rocking them all grey Grant Hills
At seventeen I'm dropping [?]
This whole year is getting wrapped up
Like I'm Uncle Murda mixed with Mad Skillz
Still niggas don't rap enough
Whole marketing plan is to be on Instagram live acting up
Snapchat acting tough
Either that a rat known Vlad and it's adding up
Cause fans ain't had enough
Just because a couple real MCs could go gold
That don't mean corporate america ain't got the culture in a chokehold
These niggas still selling they souls, these niggas hoes
Ain't bros before hoes? The bro code
We ain't bros
As soon as you need to get hot you calling one of these hoes
Woah
I'm still in the game, I'm still in my lane
Hundred diamonds still in the chain
I don't even wear it cause I ain't feeling the same vibe when lyricists used to come outside to play
Y'all niggas is lame
I'm still bar raising and I'm still a messiah of a dying art
You are the still star gazing
Still pulling strings like a [?] playing a giant harp
Cigar blazing, lion heart, all praises
They love it when the God flow make moves
If they don't tell you I'm the best then it's fake news
Whether you black is Kevin Hart or whiter than bright Bart
I'm the illest hands down, so I can't lose...
Illest hands down, so I can't lose

 

[fox69]

"Death Rizzo"

"Death Rizzo"


[Verse 1]
Hold up...
I'm just coming to blow ya mind with the flow
Know what?
Niggas is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row
So what?
Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low
I climb in the fo'
Let the glock pop... nine in a row
If I catch you after eleven
I'ma have to point an acurate weapon
At your acurate legend
And clap you with seven
I'm crazier than servin' crack to a reverend
Plus, I ruin your career
like if the news camera catch you with Tevin
Ugh! Just gimme your rightful invision
I stiffle your mission
Swing and hit niggas hard as motorcycle collisions
Watch your ass, like you Michael in prison
There's so many weak wick-whack
Recycle-rap niggas
I'm liable to diss 'em
Even though, they scared of testin' me now
Quit playin' games, you "Got Beef?"
"Say My Name," like you Destiny's Child
First off all, let's get a few things straight:
This Death Row and I'm the new teammate
Nigga, your crew seen fate
We drop it fast
Watchin' bodies get carried like shoppin' bags
I ain't seen y'all up in the 'hood since niggas was rockin' Shaq's
Standin' by this hot nigga, your s'pose to burn
Lets make a toast to Death Row's return
Ya heard?

[Chorus]
Act like you knizzo, nigga this Death Rizzo
Niggas throw ya hands up, bitches get on the flizzo
Bangin' on you bustas in the two-triple-izzo
Kickin' in the dizzo
And that's so for shizzo
[2 times]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Oh... you niggas thought it was over and done?
I told you a soldier would come
Run for both of your guns
While you got that chronic smoke in your lungs
Open your mail, there's a picture inside, of me... chokin' your son
You're broke than a bum
Need to rap over some fatter samples
You Roger Troutman... out-settin' a bad example
In fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacle
When you was tryin' to have [?] sex from that tramp,
with the adam's apple
I never understood why they was hatin' on Crook'
It's all just good 'cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook'
I don't battle rap groups
I put switches on Cadilac Coupes
Nigga, that's how the strap shoots
I still... beat the hell outta fat dukes
While you cowards act cute
I teach these rap, soup-eatin' niggas how to stack loot
Gats to tuck
Can't tell you cats enough
The first thug label in the world, that's wussup...
It's Death Rizzo

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo... we still crackin' and smashin' for some real action
I'm still the best thing to happen to L.A. since Phil Jackson
So all of you marks tuck in your chain
Or on your next video shoot, you'll be be lookin' like you just got jumped
in the game
For the Row... it's nothin' to bang
Fuckin' ya game
Thuggin' the same
Lovin' the game
You catch a slug in your brain!
You'll be alive at 5:25 and dead by 5:30
Call me a trashman beacuse I always ride dirty
We draw crews and clickin' them
It's all cool...
Cause y'all fools is all too soft
We harder than law school curriculums
Stickin' up 64 victims a minute
Twistin' ya minute
Balistic off the most viscious hylosingenics invented
I drop a line
Rock a rhyme
Shock ya mind
Cock a nine
Stop ya time
Rob ya blind...
Rhyme 'til the block is mine
You can't hit Crooked I; you sound dope
cause them niggaz that wrote your shit... [bit Crooked I]
This Death Rizzo

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Death Row's Back"

"Death Row's Back"


[Intro:]
Lights out in this bitch
Sit your ass in that chair
You ain't goin' nowhere nigga
[gun cocks] Got this heater ready
Will even crack ya ass over tha head witta bottle
Whatever the fuck we gotta do to let you know..

[Verse 1:]
That ain't no nigga sicker then me
I'm as sick as can be
They get offended when I'm rippin' tha beat
You can't get dough quicker then me
Cause in particularly
I get figures like I'm flippin' some D[?]
I don't know whatchu claim but I'm pro wit' the aim
Nigga the Crooked'll put a whole in ya brain
Stick pole in ya dame make her strow witta caine(sp?)
Notorious label and Death Row is tha name, huh
Money and power and I devour cowards
Wit' bullets that come in a thousands miles and hour
How's about get tha [?] wit' tha shower
Witcha house wit' bullets that might knock down towers
[?]
Punk motherfuckers wanna fuck wit' me
Get wild, get drawn then I shoot ya team
Niggaz gettin' slumped uncomfortably
Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree
In ya motherfuckin' faces witta' bumper bee
Killa enemy, in any vicinity
Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!)
You niggaz can't fuck wit' that
Rubbin' ya guns but where you bustas at?
Pull up at the club and get out the truck wit' gats
Death Row's Back now what's up wit' that?

[Chorus: x2]
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got niggaz on the block in fear
Some gangsta shit is about to drop this year
Our rise to the top is near
You been waitin' around for that West Coast shit
Ghetto ass out from the Death Row clique
If you a hustler then check yo crip
If you a hater then you can suck a dick..

[Outro:]
Suck A Dick...

 

[fox69]

"Dem People"
(with Xzibit & SAS)

"Dem People"
(with Xzibit & SAS)



[S.A.S & KXNG CROOKED:]
What you gonna do? (Gangster)
What you gonna do? (Revolutionary)
What you gonna do?

If you look like me it's a crime right now
Dem people wage war on my kind right now
They wanna see me dead I ain't dying right now
That's why I got my hand on my nine right now

If you look like me it's a crime right now
Dem people wage war on my kind right now
They wanna see me dead I ain't dying right now
That's why I got my hand on my nine right now

[KXNG CROOKED:]
Dem people fucked up everything around us
Got the slums looking like a toxic metropolis
Ain't from 'round here and you see all them dope fiends
You probably think you're walking through a zombie apocalypse
I'm a be a tour guide here grab these binoculars
Tell me if you see something prosperous (Hell no)
As far as the eye can see it's a poverty stricken populous
Rats on the ground police helicopters on top of us
Look over there, see that abandoned building?
It used to be a church where the junkies will abandon children
Gave up their babies just to shoot up it's crazy
Then the babies grow up to be addicts then the habit kills them
Can't stop the cycle 'cause it's government corruption
That's bringing the drugs in guess its up to us then
But 'us' we brain-washed yes me and you are
How can I explain to you in two bars? We FUBAR

[S.A.S.:]
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[Xzibit:]
See the motherfucking problem is, the elite 1% controlled by the puppet master created fake recessions and made them billions while driving people into starvation. Imagine, a waste land created by the greedy that feeds on the poor

[KXNG CROOKED:]
Dem people fucked up everything around us
Then they put the chemical plants right where the slums are
You ain't jealous of your neighbours' grass being greener
Cause it ain't no grass, your front yard is sun charged
Old-ass abandoned cars looking like a junkyard
Gotta kill to live out here even the punks hard
5 star hotels homie we ain't got 1 star
Everybody look homeless can't tell who the bums are
Everything backwards nights be looking like morning
Cause back in the day the government they missed something important
Blatantly ignored it, mother nature's warning
About global warming so when it's electrical storming
You get caught outside you could die in the rain
You know shit's insane when the sky is in pain
Another oil pipe another life that they claim
And they don't give a fuck they laughing right to the bank

[S.A.S:]
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