Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"Don't Close Your Eyes (Ashamed)"
(feat. Truth Ali, Morgan Mcrae, Frida Dee & Ezekiel)

"Don't Close Your Eyes (Ashamed)"
(feat. Truth Ali, Morgan Mcrae, Frida Dee & Ezekiel)



[Morgan McRae & Keith Whitley:]
Don't close your eyes, let it be me
Don't pretend it's him, in some fantasy
Darling just once let yesterday go
And You'll find more love than you've ever known
Just hold me tight, when you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes

[Kxng Crooked:]
God, I told myself these are the words I'd never say
I'm my own worst' opponent, and it hurts in every way
You ever thought about smashing the mirrors in your house
So you don't have to see the same person that hurts you every day? I have...
I'm shattered, can I pick up the pieces before I pick up a piece
And squeeze, and give up on breathing, go live up with Jesus
Give up, I'm leaving, sick of the freezing rain
Switch up the season, the reason, because I need some sunshine
This umbrella I'm under, while it's raining alcohol
See we're abusing each other
I'm just trying to drown my problems in a bottle of Jack Daniels
Let me talk to y'all about a couple of problems I can't handle
See my whole family's starving', I need dollars to feed 'em
A dropout, nobody college degreed him
I went the block route, where cops play God with your freedom
What's the odds? I'm going to beat them
All of my friends, man they're gone when I need 'em
The same song plays over and over
My life's bullshit, it's getting older and older
I pour more Jack over the soda, told y'all I hate being sober
Probably need to meditate with Deepak Chopra and Oprah
I hope for hope, some meaning for tomorrow
And I wish I didn't drink, but ain't no Geenie in this bottle
I know, I gotta change and realize I'm highly worth it
But until then, my favorite excuse is "nobody's perfect"

[Morgan McRae & Keith Whitley:]
Don't close your eyes, let it be me
Don't pretend it's him, in some fantasy
Darling just once let yesterday go
And You'll find more love than you've ever known
Just hold me tight, when you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes

[Truth Ali:]
Remember when I was a jewel in the lotus flower
Swimming around my mother tube on the road to power
Fast forward to the current mass horror
At birth I'm hearing the dirt, hit my coffin call the task force
Cause I'm empty as this of the bottle of these Percocets
I swallowed them to circumvent my problems because I'm purposeless
With my pistol in my hand perspiring
Swear I'm like the Michelin man I'm so tired if...
If's a 5th then she's a couple pints of gin
You see the struggle fight within for me begin at 5 or 6
I was touched in some ways that no kid should have to talk about
My counselor the reaper seeing if he could bring the chalk around
I can't lie, shit I plotted suicide, every-time I tried
I hear my momma cry, in my one room apartment with an eviction notice
Lonely as a runaway among the junkies pimps and homeless
I grip the trigger and the blammer went click
And then I ran into kitchen vomit bread into the dishes
An Evangelist is pictured on my Samsung so I listen
As he preaches about Delilah Robbin Samson of strength
I guess that I am him, she more or less is my addiction
Coalescing with a rhythm like she dancing with the wicked
With the devil two stepping in them tight blue dresses
... in the form of blue pills til death do us

[Morgan McRae & Keith Whitley:]
Don't close your eyes, let it be me
Don't pretend it's him, in some fantasy
Darling just once let yesterday go
And You'll find more love than you've ever known
Just hold me tight, when you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes

 

[fox69]

"Dream Big"
(feat. Akon)

"Dream Big"
(feat. Akon)



[Chorus: Akon (Crooked I)]
See, I remember I was just a loner
Looook at me
(I dream, you dream, we all dream big dreams)
(I dream, you dream, we all dream big dreams)
I'm on top permenantly, but we stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat, it's my dream, said it's my dream
Ohhhh...

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
I had a dream, I would rise to the top
You haters like it or not, Who number 1?, I got my eyes on your spot
The west coast treat me I like was 'Pac
Now all I need is the whole world to bang *Crooked I on your block*
I'm out the hood if you couldn't tell
I've been shot at, stabbed, and put in jail
I've been homeless in places you wouldn't dwell
Feel these words as if they were put in brail
I did not lose cause I knew that I couldn't fail
Now on this track, me and Akon are cellmates
My sixteens's so fly I call them jailbaits
And I'm a take us to the T-O-P
Put this on G-O-D, homie this C.O.B.

[Chorus: Akon]
See, I remember I was just a loner, hangin on the corner
Now take a look at me I'm, big bossin
Steady stackin chips, never thought I would see this shit
I'm on top permenantly, but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat, it's my dream, said it's my dream
Ohhhh...

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Late nights on the corner, Crooked had them a dream
To drive a Maroon 5, call it Adam Levine
Never mismanage the green cause that's vanish and cream
I grind all night, am I man or machine? (heeeeeeyyyyy)
I dream big like I was Kareem Biggs
In my dreams all I could see was whips and mean cribs
Love my momma, cause look what she did
On her knees like, please God can you help me feed these kids
To my deadbeat father, Crooked's your child
You didn't raise me, you crazy, look at me now
It's like I'm solar, everyday your sun's gonna come up
Pops, if money talks, my pockets won't shut up
Gotta work hard just to reach what you desire
If you're like me, then I'm preachin to the choir
Amen, in my region I'm Messiah, eastsider
I'm the reason Long Beach is on fire!

[Chorus: Akon]
See, I remember I was just a loner, hangin on the corner
Now take a look at me I'm, big bossin
Steady stackin chips, never thought I would see this shit
I'm on top permenantly, but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat, it's my dream, said it's my dream
Ohhhh...

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
I had a dream I would win it all
When you haters get involved, you be dreamin and prayin to see a nigga fall
Wait a minute ya'll
I'm gettin paper from Cali to Senegal than I spend it all in the mall
I'm the rapper that the hood like to talk about
The one the onliners would love to to write a blog about
Fill a chatlog about, cats wanna beef in my city, what's that all about
Later I'm a dogg'em out, dog... I'm out, giant blur
Your eyes observe me, drivin? flyin?, it's I and her
She's my fly hawaiaan islander and I'm her sir
She loves me, I never ran from nothing
Even paralyzed people gotta stand for something
And I stand on the block tryna get that green
Moneymachine go brrrrrr-ting, yarrrrrramean?

[Chorus: Akon w/ Crooked adlibs]
See, I remember I was just a loner, hangin on the corner
Now take a look at me I'm, big bossin
Steady stackin chips, never thought I would see this shit
I'm on top permenantly, but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat, it's my dream, said it's my dream
Ohhhh...

[Crooked I:]
I dream, you dream, we all dream big dreams
I dream, you dream, we all dream big dreams
I dream, you dream, we all dream big dreams
I dream, you dream, we all dream big dreams

Yeah...

It was all a dream...

 

[fox69]

"Drum Murder Pt. 2"
(feat. Horseshoe Gang)

"Drum Murder Pt. 2"
(feat. Horseshoe Gang)



[Kxng Crooked:]
Sex, Money & Hip Hop
Drum Murder Part 2
C.O.B vs. Everybody
Demetrius

[Demetrius:]
Ayo, The Yakuza and Mafia done posse'd up
And nigga the 5 of us are the cryptographers for the hip hop apocrypha
Diabolical autobiographers
All of us coughin' up coin cause we throwin' the cob up, you copy us?

[Dice:]
Put you in a sarcophagus when I chop your esophagus
I'm an ominous optimist, I guess I'm Megatron in this bitch
We can play chicken while you in a tank, I had ya lifting weights at lunch time
Pumping on your brakes

[Kenny:]
Find me in your place with your maid, humping on her face
Let her get a taste, while I lay puffing on a J
High as a hello, I keep an elbow right by my motherfucking side like my elbow

[Julius:]
Hi nigga, hello
Rappers come meet Dracula
Daggerous teeth stabbin' ya
Drink half of ya plasma
My victim sink into deep sleep thinkin' that he's havin a
Dream wheezin' while breathin' like people with sleep apnea

[Crooked:]
Lucci the streets back me up
Literally the realest niggas behind us, while labels are giving niggas vaginas
A sex change, in exchange for a record deal, then dickin' with em smile
That try to kill niggas with kindness

[Julius:]
I got a mental condition, my mental's condition to slip into
Mental conniption whenever spittin' this mention
My spit was whipped in the kitchen, it's dope
Get you addicted, your ambition don't exist
Like bitches who strip for tuition

[Dice:]
Yo, I'm a glitch in the system, my lyricism the kiss of death
I got a crystal clear method of rhymin', call it crystal meth
We can make a mixtape in six days and on the seventh day
You'll be resting in pieces when we dig graves

[Demetrius:]
Liquid metal, metamorphosis
My fist'll shift shapes unto a sword or switch blade
Until some sort of switch blade
You was born bitch made, immaculate conception
This editors Edgar Allen with aggression, I grew up Po'

[Dice:]
I'll kill yo soul before yo ass can get to heaven
Catch you at the cross roads is how we crash ya intersection
Speakin' of traffic accidents, I'm finna be traffickin' and wreckin'
You get naked with faggots, you toss salads without dressin'

[Crooked:]
You ain't valid without our blessin'
It's the Vatican, you COB traitors and haters done made a Darth Vader out of an Anakin
They panickin, they stiff as a mannequin
Just make a move and become a man again but I still peel yo head quicker than Anderson

[Kenny:]
I sit and concoct, the wickedest plots
Sinister thoughts, grinnin a lot
Grippin my Glock, lickin my chops
Play garbageman and trash talk, get scratched off
This black hawk will make you back off or blow ya back off

[Julius:]
I blast off, nigga don't pass the hookah
Pass me the Ruger, it's a wrap like pashmina
You the past, meet the future
I'm past mean, I'm Kruger
Toss ya off the roof, I'll Pac's last scene in Juice ya

[Demetrius:]
Yo ass see Medusa cause nigga I petrify ya
It was meant for me to genocide you nigga, it's in the Bible
It was meant for me to roll up and blaze ya, that's why Bible pages feel like Zig Zag papers, nigga I'm slayin ya

[Kenny:]
Not even ya savior can save ya
This gauge'll place ya in the past like a pager or Sega
I ride ya chick like a freeway before I peel off
I'll treat her face like a exit, this where I get off

[Crooked:]
We can have a spit off
I smack the colostomy bag off a handicap rapper if he don't knock the shit off
Cause y'all so irrelevant
187 I'm sending you to heaven for the hell of it
Everything a square represents
Me and my circle, we rebel against
With reckless negligence
Me and the Horseshoe G.A.N.G, we got more chemistry than the Periodic Table of Elements
We flow showing intelligence and eloquence
Still set you up for that cheddar since
You forever snitch
Kill you in your sleep, all I need is a clever bitch
Now your bed is drenched when that Beretta's clenched
Smell the stench of a dead rat, for dropping dimes for a mere penny, that eleven cents
Get you hung over the bull, I call it Meryl Lynch
White paint over the face, for dead presidents
Ever since we came, we been the best you can't ignore it
But that elephant in the room is prehistoric

 

[fox69]

"Dysfunktional Family"
(feat. Danny Boy & Eastwood)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)

"Dysfunktional Family"
(feat. Danny Boy & Eastwood)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)



[Verse 1: rooked I]
Aha, don't it feel good? Come on, I know it feel good, got to
It's a family affair, you feel me, just a family affair
Mama you raised so many sons
And it was so hard tryin' to grow in these slums
Around Gang Bangin' and so many guns
Pen inmates is what the homies become
But look what brighten ghetto poetry brung
A 660 on 421's, Poppa didn't help us, I hope he's a bum
Tried to spit us out like a old piece of gum
Now the flow's opium, and all ya'll know it's The Row when we come
For Sho, do you know anyone? It feels like Crooked I do
If you do, throw your hands in the air
I love my people it's a family affair
Mama braided my hair while I sat in the chair
We grew up in the ghetto but found happiness there
The family used to stand and hold hands in a prayer
Your son's ballin', and I guess he answered Oh, yeah!
[Hook: Danny Boy]
Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family
It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family
[Verse 2: Danny Boy]
My brother's in jail, sister on the corner got her body for sale
She's still my sister man, I'm still her brother and
No matter what they say, I'm a love my sister anyway
And when moma died, grandmamma was by our side
She said hang in there, we can make it
A family that pray together, it's a family that is standin' right by
So I promise myself, until I die, me and my family
Together we gone ride
[Hook: Danny Boy]
Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family
It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family
[Verse 3: Eastwood]
Well it ain't nothin' but a family affair, get your hands in the air
And throw your dubs up like you just don't care
We came from worse to worst, all raised in the church
Still ridin' for my family, buried up under dirt like hers, Still I Rise
Like Pac
Reminiscin on when me and the homies in the hood was slap boxed
Getting' high like it's the thang to do
To all of my fam stretched out in the pen my niggaz this ones' for you
I got the money plus my ebony queen
Bossed up in a black drop top, hot exotic Bentley
Cold streets brought us close together
With the love that me and my family endeavor this can last forever
Even tho we all gotta go
I play to win in this crooked game of cut throat
Mama I don't hate you, I hate you smoke dope
But I love the fact that you my moms and that's on Tha Row
[Hook: Danny Boy]
Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family
It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family
[Outro: Danny Boy]
If it wasn't for my family where would I be, where would I go
Who would I see, if it wasn't for my family
Who would I turn to, who would I lean on
And who would I meet?
Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family
It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family
Call your mom, tell her you love her
Tell your daddy, that you love him
Tell your sister, think the world other
Call your brother, tell him you his keeper, oh yeah

 

[fox69]

"Everyday"

"Everyday"


How many times I gotta tell you niggas?
I'm not like you!
Sup niggas
It's your boy
Crooked I
Yeah
Turn this shit up
Turn it up!
I ain't never love a cop
They some American devils
Wanna bury me since birth
Gave my parents a shovel
Real niggas don't die
So they scared of the ghetto
What's a puppet compared to Gepetto
Hello
And you... time niggas you know where on my level
Rather talk to baby girl over there in the yellow
I'm a tell her get naked but she can wear the stilettos
Got a round jiggly ass but I ain't sharing my jello
It's an alien abduction
Put her in my spaceship
Demeanour of a boss
I ain't gotta say shit
I just wanna make it
Get my new bitch a pair of Sarah Palin fake tits
You hear me
I'm a long beach nigga
Riding down prince y'all
Read my bumper sticker it say fuck Russ Limbaugh
Got hood credit, the streets is my co-signer
I talk shit like Mel Gibson my ghostwriter
I'm in the streets tell me where you at
Put a hundred killers in front of you I could do that
Me and you ain't the same but you knew that
If you don't give a fuck throw your middle finger up
Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday
Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday
Real bitches fuck with real bitches, everyday
Live bitches fuck with live bitches, everyday
It's just me against the world, soldier on the mainline
How can I be militant and ignorant at the same time
I love liquor but I hate swine, blame it on the complexities of a great mind
I think I'm stuck somewhere inbetween Malcolm X and Detroit Red
Still chasing after d-boy bread
And I'm hardcore, lay a snitch flatter than that cardboard
Sitting underneath the spinning d-boy's head
I keep a glock, I be telling degenerates
It'll eat you pussies quick as Ellen DeGeneres
I mix drinks like a hell of a chemistist
If you a bitch nigga you forever my nemesis
Killing youths on my itinerary
Shouts out to Bun B and Chamillitary
I'm a Nas Illmatic nigga, Jay Blueprint nigga,
Curtis Jackson with an opinion 52 cent nigga
I'm in the streets tell me where you at
Put a hundred killers in front of you I could do that
Me and you ain't the same but you knew that
If you don't give a fuck throw your middle finger up
Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday
Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday
Real bitches fuck with real bitches, everyday
Live bitches fuck with live bitches, everyday
I don't live like you, I don't think like you do
Mother fuckers say I'm crazy
See I grew up in the hood where the cops try to kill a dude
Ever since I was a baby
And on top of all that these gangbang niggas tripping too, I kept a loaded 380
They tried to brainwash me with the curriculum in high school
I never let them fools play me
C.O.B. I got a religious career, it's the Van Gogh flow nigga lend me your ear
Ain't no rally for the feminists, the women are here
Pull your cock out quit living in fear
Probably see a nigga chilling with a porn star
Use her like the On-Star in my Ford car
In other words I only call her when I need help
Give me brains while I buckle up my seatbelt
That's when she told me she was Glenn Beck's daughter
Said she couldn't take a molested incest father
Get it off your chest bench press harder
I gave her a new name called her Princess slaughter
Her dad's the devil, she a hottie still
Made a mandingo like the way the human body feel
Quick question, who embodies guilt
If you don't buy my shit up at the illuminati wheel nigga
I'm in the streets tell me where you at
Put a hundred killers in front of you I could do that
Me and you ain't the same but you knew that
If you don't give a fuck throw your middle finger up
Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday
Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday
Real bitches fuck with real bitches, everyday
Live bitches fuck with live bitches, everyday.

 

[fox69]

"Experiment"

"Experiment"


I'm drinking Hennessy out of my mason jar
Since I was a shorty, see that bucket that's my racing car
I'ma do a buck forty
Are we crazy as they say we are?
Tellin' them war stories
I'm just showing off my favorite scars
No nuts no glory glory
Glory Hallelujah
Do you think you can survive inside a government experiment
Let's document the experience
Let's lock you in an environment that's violent
Let's buy or rent a camera and film if you survive in it
Or you die in it see my mind is bent
My sanity goes on and off just like a switch
David and Goliath I'm David and my pistol's Goliath bitch
I'm flippin' through these Bible scripts
Lookin' at all these hieroglyphs
Trying to know thy self, lookin' for God
I don't know maybe I am it Or He is We
I'm working tireless to find why I exist
In a place where we by killin' each other and our oppressor, he's a tyrant
Workin' with a iron fist
He defecates we buy his shit just like it fits
In some sort of plan to help us out
But I insist that life's a bitch

Yeah I'm drinking on some fire, while I'm smoking on some medicine
Menace to society, they don't want to let us in
Went from building pyramids to being, to being experiments
Now that I'm awake, I feel freer than I've ever been

I'm sipping liquor in a Kool-Aid pitcher (them boys is hood)
My cousin's settin' fire to a swisher (that's smokin' good!)
You see you view us through a two-way mirror (misunderstood)
Instead of fear us come near us come hear us (I wish you would I wish you would)
Wish you would visit, but are you really welcome here?
Locked us in an experimental box, peace of mind is seldom here
Drowning in a vodka Mr. Belvedere
Rocker, bitch I'm Elvis here
We seldom see our elder years [*gunshot, gunshot, gunshots*]
Poverty, poverty, poverty I believe all of this is a test to see our reaction up in this
Colony, colony, colony, all of these psychological factors
Even the color they paint on the walls of these projects is givin' us nothing but doom
So we ain't focused on our equality-quality-quality
Oughta be simple but it's not, twist in a plot
It's a dog fight just like when pits in the lot
They shuttin' the door I'm pickin' the lock
I bust through the door, two guns out
I don't give a fuck who runs out
'Till my tool runs out I'ma shoot 'till the new Sun's out
'Till the news comes out that the truth comes out

Yeah I'm drinking on some fire, while I'm smoking on some medicine
Menace to society, they don't want to let us in
Went from building pyramids to being, to being experiments
Now that I'm awake, I feel freer than I've ever been

Yeah I'm drinking on some fire, while I'm smoking on some medicine
Menace to society, they don't want to let us in
Went from building pyramids to being, to being experiments
Now that I'm awake, I feel freer than I've ever been

 

[fox69]

"Fallen Rap Gods"

"Fallen Rap Gods"


All the fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under
My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper
So you and I be different, I'm do or die
If you not Mahatma Gandhi you don't know what to do with my hunger
See half these rappers in the closet, the others skateboarding or slave for a label
Show me a free man who ain't Morgan
Me and my Riff Raff tip toeing in the same Jordans
Keep a gun to protect my wild life like a game warden, nigga
I ain't Scarface, call me cigar face
Stuck between a rock and Longbeach because that's a hard place
They told me I was destined to throw the east side out the window
Over the challenger during the police car chase
But instead I'm here, getting all of this cheddar
Still got the beretta near, still drinking everclear like it's a keg of beer
Yelling never fear, while I behead your favorite rapper with shit I said 11 years ago
Or fuck it, when I was 11 years old
Yeah, a nigga was cold
Now I'm giving rappers one shot across the globe
So if you're over the stove cooking rocks, be the next Hov
If you're in college and your flow sick, be the next Cole
I'm so sick I'm vomiting in consonants, that's for optimal occulence
While I'm knocking some common sense in the noggins of the naysayers
Drunk off of 100 shots of confidence
Like I was when I dropped the 52 weeks
I was constantly dropping content and conquering all the continents
I'm the roots of that shit like I was signed to ok playa
Ok playa, rhyme sayer, pussy layer, excuse my Biggie moment
This shit so notorious that I should get Diddy on it
While these battle rappers keep talking shit, they don't really want it
Because bar for bar, I don't gotta watch the throne, nigga
I'm really on it, too many components for any opponent
CROOKED is a nigga who can only represent the illest lyrics ever written
Getting vivid with prolifics spitting kicking instrumentals in Addictive dental, splitting niggas with precision with the lyricism
And a clearer vision it's a bigger mission
When your favorite rapper missing because the nigga is sitting in a ditch
Yeaaah (laughs)
That's because I put them there, bitch
Flexing, I need all of my street niggas to know
Just because you're flipping the blow and pimping a ho, we ain't no different
I'm gripping the biz and flipping the flow
And between you and me, I can still get it for 22 a key let me know if it's a go
I'm just a real nigga with heart
Like a casting agent for female impersonators
I pick bitch niggas apart
Ditch digging's an art
Like a stand by flight attendant, I pick which niggas depart
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
The flow is Niagara, I'm walking on water. I'm slaughtering you all
Cut me, I bleed Viagra, I'm harder than y'all
The level of genius this rapper is
That's motherfucking-that's motherfucking- Duke Ellington at Carnegie Hall

The fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under
My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper
So you and I be different, I'm do or die
If you not Mahatma Gandhi you don't know what to do with my hunger
Y'all taking the game back
Y'all taking the game back
Whack rappers are taking us back-wards

 

[fox69]

"Four Twenty Groupie"
(feat. Audio Stepchild)

"Four Twenty Groupie"
(feat. Audio Stepchild)



(You boys are disgusting)

[Audio Stepchild:]
I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie
And baby I know its hard to please a man
I like the way you feel me, and thrill me
And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

After Eminem signed me, I knew that I would be the man
Groupies everywhere, and I know just how to treat a fan
After our show in Tokyo, I had them broads give me a soapy massage and tugjobs with either hand
George Washington Carver, I hit the P 'til I nut
But a jelly keep me cumming, damn skippy like Peter Pan
Gotta go, next stop Frankfurt, Germany
A groupie grabbed my frankfurter and whispered "Put your sperm in me"
Cute little accent, figure like an hourglass
A [?] pressed the booty against the shower glass
When it was over, I told her "Meet me in Munich"
Cause she suck dick so damn good, had me stuttering
Like 50 when he said G-Unit, I was like "J-j-j-Jesus Christ, this is nice!"
I really didn't mean to bring the lord into the bedroom
Baby put your clothes on, your boy gotta jet soon

[Audio Stepchild:]
I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie
And baby I know its hard to please a man
I like the way you feel me, and thrill me
And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie
And baby I know its hard to please a man
I like the way you feel me, and thrill me
And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

When Slaughterhouse dropped, I knew I would be the man
Groupies everywhere, and I know just how to treat a fan
On tour with Tech N9ne and my Strange Music fam
Grabbing chicks by the hand like "Come here, come meet the band"
Backstage bitches from that Backpage website
Suck you with a condom on just to get your head right
Internet bitches doing everything above (That's computer love!)
I'm out here zapping these bitches
Bad bitchracial, Filipino, black in these bitches
I don't know half of these bitches but they so 'bout it there's no limit
Damn, is these Master P's bitches?
Shit, even fucking on a Sunday
I got drunk and accidentally gave the ho some tongue play (no no!)
Pulled down my pants and said, "You know what today is?"
You know what today is, humpday!

[Audio Stepchild:]
I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie
And baby I know its hard to please a man
I like the way you feel me, and thrill me
And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

1 2 3, that bitch is a groupie
Little big fat booty, she wanna give the pussy to me, Y-O

Hit a nigga on the gram, snapchat me baby, I gotta go
Hey, y'all better not leave me on that tour bus, y'all better not leave me man!

 

[fox69]

"Freestylin' Under Oath"

"Freestylin' Under Oath"


[KXNG CROOKED:]
Yo, Ice, this shit gon' be really um...
It's a freestyle so it's gon' be
It's gon' be choppy in parts, it's gon' be kinda sloppy
But... it's gon' be from the heart so you know, we gon' capture this moment
I used to sit in my house freestylin to The Chronic, 2001 album, the instrumental version
I was in my den rehearsin', if you woulda told me then I'd fuck with Dr. Dre one day, I'd say you wildin'
Wow, now I be sittin' with him in person, damn
I grew up so poor that this shit was bogus
I told you I wrote my raps on the back of an eviction notice
My momma was in the kitchen blowin' doja, getting loaded
Then she quoted "One of these days that shit you spittin' gon' get you noticed
I know, you tired of this government cheese, just know I love you and your mother believes
So many talented people with no self esteem underachieve
So I really want my son to succeed" I love you ma
I was sittin' in the Bentley when they hit me on the phone
Joey and Royce, Patrón was all up in Royce's tone
He said "Crooked you know what we gotta do, right?
Voltron and form a crew, right?"
Along with Brooklyn Ortiz, I couldn't be more pleased
Cause after Hip Hop Weekly, I needed some doors opened and God was giving me some more keys
An onslaught when I came in the door
The best ever on the west, unless your last name is Shakur
Remember that? That was a statement for sure
These days, I don't say it no more
Niggas know I'm iller than ebola
This shit for the weed rollers
Tell the haters "I'm rich, bitch and CC: Oprah"
Yeah, just a freestyle
You know what I'm sayin like...
For niggas who fuck with me
Strictly for the niggas who fuck with me
Not these suckas, these new bandwagon suckas
I remember listening to Sway & Tech, The Wake Up Show
If you was in Cali with crazy flow
That was the only place to go to be heard on the radio
But everybody would rip it, Biggie, Pac, Ras Kass, Eminem and Xzibit
I used to sit and listen till it was finished
A couple of months later, I'm up there in the flesh, I'm giving niggas the business
Like I left em an LLC in my will
Speaking of will, I willed it into existence, I built it using persistence
That's when DJ Clark Kent told me, I'm one of the illest on the west, man, that memory never left, man
Cause props from the legends, that's the shit that keep you going
When you knowing you so hungry, if you lift up your clothing, your bones and your ribs showing
And your crib got no electricity so a candle was in the dark glowing
I start flowing, picture my words bouncing off the paint, stop flowing
Turn this fountain off, I can't, nah I can't
That's why I want the whole tortilla
Me and the House Gang with Eminem in Seoul, Korea
Man I waited for this my whole career
50, 000 in the crowd, we on the Jumbotron, you hoes can see us
You see us
[Interviewer:]
And Slaughterhouse, a few words about that, hopefully you might give that away
[Eminem:]
Slaughterhouse, we just waiting to get the deal finished, um... but it's gonna be crazy, I think that record is gonna be crazy and that's gonna be from the making. That's where I might step back in and try to produce a little bit too
[Interviewer:]
So Shady Records is still a priority for you? Something you still really believe in?
[Eminem:]
Yeah, definitely. Shady Records, we're definitely trying to get it back up and running. You know what I mean, we're in the rebuilding process right now
[KXNG CROOKED:]
"The will to win, the desire to succeed
The urge to reach your full potential, these are the keys
To unlock the door to your personal excellence"
That's a quote from Confucius, I've been using it ever since
Music is heaven sent, I knew it even when I couldn't pay a producer 7 cent
Or use it to pay my rent
Adversity, that could break ya, currency that can change ya
But these days my rhyme pays, I'm stacking major
The money is a gift, but still I must remain outside of the box with all this rapping paper
Later...

 

[fox69]

"Fuc-Wid-Us"

"Fuc-Wid-Us"


Ya really don't Wanna Fuck Wit Us and that's whats up
We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us
Ya really don't want our gats to bust

Too all my gangstas grab your straps off the shelf
Niggaz is murderin in them streets, please protect yourslf
Listen! These Niggaz out here talking about me every day
But if they come at me Ima have to blow them Niggaz away (BLAAAOW)
Tuck in your gat, Nigga you ain't thuggin, your nuthin but rats
Stuck in trap, Nigga run up get a slug in your back
Killin you Niggaz over oil like President Bush
The shern oil jacked the shit hit the ghetto and push
One, Two, Three, Fuck with us and you'll be R.I.P
So if ya don't want ya heartbeat to stop
Then walk away before my gun pop
Leave me alone, pack chrome, gat long, back no, cat go, leave a Niggaz back
blown, Soon as he act grown
Nigga my gat crack bones, Cats won't last long singin ya last song, A Nigga
wont even make it back home

Ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's whats up
We keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
Ya really don't Wanna Clash With Us
Ya really don't want our gats to bust

Up against the West Coast Nigga that squeezed the most triggas
And Fucked the most Bitches and touched the most riches
The four is on switches, the Benzes is so vicious
We stay ghetto for life...MY Nigga
Crooked Ain't Real? You Confusing me my Nigga
How you double cross me? You used to be my Nigga
Niggaz cry rivers, soon as we fly triggas, Five hit you, that's how lead
poison travel inside livers
Tie you to a bumper, drag you by your adam's apple
And laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel
So Why You Wanna Fuck Wit Me? I keep a Ak, a P-90 and Desert E
I pop up quick, Be where you thought I never Be
from outta nowhere I giver your Coogi sweater three