Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"Uh-Oh"
(feat. Silva Satin)

"Uh-Oh"
(feat. Silva Satin)



Uh-oh nigga
Bring it
This is what happens when you bring the orchestra to the ghetto (live orchestra)
Yea, is ya'll ready for this?

Bein' the ghetto representative I am
I'm guaranteed to slam
When I drops that whoopty wop bam
Somebody stop me from poppin
I'll be god damned
I'm at the chop shop gettin my drop top slammed
I'm hotter than a skillet
Grabbin' the mic to kill it
Pillage your village
With the illest lyrics
I feel as though my skill is the realest asset
That I possess
It's Crooked I takin' over the west, yes
I'm at the Benz dealership, cell phone and a glock
Straight outta the ghetto lookin' like I don't belong on the lot
But I'ma cop one, drop one
Then I'ma smash through LA county
Jump out that V6 with house shoes and brownies
Flossin' on the one time
Money burnin like a vampire in sunshine (burn)
For those who don't know what I said
Game I'm spillin'
It's like the ceilin'
Over your head

[CHORUS:]
It's the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D
Rockin' the whole sha-oh uh-oh
It's the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D
Rockin the whole sha-oh uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

The prolific writer inside of this pacific sider
Won't let me write up
Simple hate in spite of the money I might acquire
I gotta be tighta
Than any thug that recite a
Yea my pockets mighta get wider
But see I'm still a RIDA
I slide up on hoes who be clubbin'
'Cause I don't see nothin wrong
With shovin' a muffin up in your oven
The lovin' after the huffin and the puffin
You can choose, I ain't hand-cuffin
Baby I'm reppin from the W-E-S
Wait a minute... T-S
I-D-E-S we get ready to B.S.
P.S. we fresh for '99 you suckas
No more hittin' licks and trippin' off these fuckers
Now that ski-mask is strictly for Aspen
I used to crack crews like statues in Agnes
Now I got 'em slam dancin' like Marilyn Manson fans
And throwin' a tantrum to the anthem

[CHORUS]

Known Crooked I comin' steadily, heavily
In felony they tellin' me my pedigree
It better be incredibly high fidelity
See, let it be known hypothetically
Step to me?
Wrong theoretically
Your head will be flown, flown
I'm backstage in the zone
It's 10:54
Six minutes Crooked I and you're on
Uh-uh on first I do my s-s-song
Then I take a lady h-h-home

[CHORUS]

...And there you have it
Thats what happens when the T to the I-L
Connects with Mr. Crooked I
You see us comin?
Uh-oh

 

[fox69]

"Vegas On Biz"
(feat. K-Young)

"Vegas On Biz"
(feat. K-Young)



[Intro: Crooked I]
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z on Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here, niggas say: "Are y'all some d-boys?"
Nigga, we d-boys, we weed-boys, pill-boys, syrup-boys
Whatever it take to get the money, ya no what I mean?
Ghostwrite y'all niggas some lyrics, whatever y'all niggas need, man
We out here (haha)
Y'all ma'fuckas never seen niggas like us
We the real deal, we the real movement
Hold on I gotta take this call, I holla at you in a minute

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Niggas prolly in top of the Cosmopolitan
Olive in the dirty martini, we be the Parliament
The C.O.B conglomerate get the camera and document
The opposite of nonsense nigga, we building monuments
Power moves avoiding them shower shoes cause
Fuck a CON, fuck a P.O. man
You cowards lose, screw you in your county blues
See our views is to get money like Howard Hughes do
Limited liability corporations based in Vegas for less tax and wasted wages
Taste the Asian cuisine,
We conversate over a plate of that red [?], that's chopsticks and saki
Win like Steven the architect, believing in our connects
With all respect, the hot bitches watch me
Feel the mob vibe when the COB hits the lobby
We not with the cocky, we confident
Niggas walking across the casino floor like Sam Rothstein
Striding like Goliath and we ain't sweating the small things
We all kings, turn Vegas into New Orleans
Get cash money with no limit, man we talk green
Woman eavesdrop but sweaty you need not
You can join us, let me show you the way that G's rock
Never touch your purse, your chair or your door handle
Chivalry is dead for boys, I'm more man though
Love it when your Prada dress hotter than Orlando
Picture perfect portrait like you're posing for Van Gogh
The crap table, we sippin' on black label
I'm loyal, I die for my brothers, I'm raps Abel
I'm torn from the cloths of the Gods, defeating all the odds
You fake rap niggas y'all the facade
Y'all the miraged, meanwhile I'm talking to broads
Like after this awesome massage we can talk a ménage
Out in Vegas on business...

[Hook: K-Young & (Crooked I)]
We out in Vegas on business
My briefcase full of big face Benjie's
We flyin' by you on the freeway
We spendin', we spendin'
Like all this money burning my pocket
(Conducting organized business, business)
Like all this money burning my pocket
(Conducting organized business, business)
Out in Vegas on business

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Yeah, let's hit the strip and smash
Bright casino lights bouncing off the tinted glass
Pull up to the Caesars Palace, pour Louis in the glass
Bartender didn't ask, I'm a repeat customer
It's written on my face, I'm a elite hustler
If life is a bitch I'mma just keep fucking her
Raised in the gutta and I don't miss my home
Italian sports car, French cologne
Of African descent blackened by the sun, dark skin Capone
On capitalism, a rapper eatin' rappers so that's cannibalism
Yeah, you bastards shoud listen I'm on a Hannibal mission
A Carthaginian king burying gold
Bringing the troops to the 7 0 2 area code
Meet on the roof of that Bellagio
The helicopter's waiting on the helipad
Talking code when we in front of that pilot though
Keep our business on the quiet yo
It's hoes in the desert for whoever try to know
Ay yo, land this muhfucka on the Venetian
They got a decent Louis store, I need some shit for this evening
See they finally let the G's win, celebrate our achievements
Pussy niggas don't wanna see they better leave then
We here on business, we mixing it with pleasure
We some pussy pirates these bitches gettin' the hidden treasure
I bet your boyfriend he can tell you're getting fresher
Like, "where did you get them shoes and that shit that's in your dresser?"
Your Vegas trip with your girls was so regular
Till you ran across me and my predators
We caught you slippin' and this ain't shit but a business trip
When you tell him use censorship
We in Vegas on business, conducting organized biz

[Hook]

[Outro]
15 freeway to be exact (haha)

 

[fox69]

"Villain"
(feat. Sally Anthony)

"Villain"
(feat. Sally Anthony)



There comes a time
In everybody's life
When they gotta make a change
I'm tired of being a villain
I'm a change

I'm not gon' be your villain anymore
And don't think I live my life of keeping score
I'm not gon' be your villain anymore
And don't think I live my life of keeping score
I'm not gon' be

Flat broke living in the hood
When I need money I be up to no good
Your family's rich my family's poor
I would trade places with you if I could
But I gotta play with the cards I was dealt
Down on my knees ask God for some help
Man of the house my dad walked out
Mistakes get made when you father yourself
I was raised on the block
A menace to society
Runt as a little kid I was innocent entirely
Time went by
Life got hard
Til I start feeling like a villain was inside of me
Mad at the world but I can't cry
Heart full of pain when I can't lie
I did a lot of dirt but now I wanna change
To the bad got in me I say bye...

I'm not gon' be your villain anymore
And don't think I live my life of keeping score
I'm not gon' be your villain anymore (I don't wanna be the villain no more)
And don't think I live my life of keeping score (ay ay no more)
I'm not gon' be

I don't wanna be the villain no more
Inside my mind fighting my own war
Half of me wants to be the good god
But the other half wants to kick down your door
Mixed emotions they start to confuse me
Last night I hopped in my car with a Uzi
Haters don't feel me some wanna kill me
I don't really wanna be the? movie
Too many years I done fought off a grant
I'm a a bail like Christian and walk off the set
You can tell the director and the producer
To kick that news when it fall off my neck
I was hanging myself
I couldn't breathe
Trapped in the ghetto
I couldn't leave
I couldn't think
I couldn't see
I couldn't take it man
I couldn't be
Guess I thought there was nothing else out there
For a dropout raised on welfare
Brave enough to rob a bank in a heartbeat
But too scared to take my life elsewhere
It ain't easy to go straight
Blind faith stepped to the plate
I packed up my bag
I walked out the door
I ain't coming back around this bitch til I'm great

I'm not gon' be your villain anymore (I don't wanna be the villain no more)
And don't think I live my life of keeping score (no more)
I'm not gon' be your villain anymore (I don't wanna be the villain no more)
And don't think I live my life of keeping score (no more)
I'm not gon' be

Put your hands in the air if you feel me
I'm a change my life if it kill me
Put your hands in the air if you feel me
I'm a change my life if it kill me
Put your hands in the air if you feel me
I'm a change my life if it kill me
Put your hands in the air if you feel me
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be

I'm not gon' be your villain anymore
And don't think I live my life of keeping score
I'm not gon' be...
No more.

 

[fox69]

"Wake Up Show (Intro)"

"Wake Up Show (Intro)"


[King Tech:]
Yo, this is Sway and King Tech
The world famous wake up show
We about to get into this album
Good vs. Evil II
The Red Empire
Crooked, what you doing here, man this is crazy
[Sway:]
I know King Crooked sent this brand new Good vs. Evil Part II
The Red Empire
King Crooked
Top five rappers right now
Spitting
Who spitting better?
Peace out to all the spitters, those who write
Yeah, I said it
KXNG Crooked
Let's get it poppin' we gon' play the whole album tonight
That's what the wake up show is
Good vs. Evil Part II: The Red Empire
Let's go
[Announcer:]
Previously on Good vs. Evil
[Eminem:]
I live in a world
That's different than your world
Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy
[RZA:]
This is Bobby Digital
Contacting you from cyber space
The puppet master and his minions have penetrated into our dimension
We need you to make a full on attack
His evil dark forces can't be allowed to spread
This is a code red
This is a code red
[KXNG Crooked:]
I'm here to kill the puppet master
[Announcer:]
The puppet master was destroyed
But there was no time to celebrate
Because a new evil was awakened

 

[fox69]

"We Ballin"
(feat. Eastwood)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)

"We Ballin"
(feat. Eastwood)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)



[Intro]
Cali-forn-ia! (bounce)
It's about that time, it's the new Row, and I'm at ya
Let the hogs out, these nigggaz is wilding..

[Verse 1: Eastwood]
I gets down with it, smoke a whole pound with it
Microphone terrorist it's all on the bounce with it
Fo' pound spit it, yeah its heat to your dome
Like what you said nigga, if it's on then it's on
I'ma smash on sight them niggaz who want beef
With my Row chain hangin' and swangin' all wide, G
Niggaz know me, the E-A-S-T
I rep the west G, cos we the best see
Now let me see you walk to it, skip to the left
Skip to the right keep, walking all night
Sixty fo's hop, bounce roll twist g's
And all my niggaz keep smoking, roll them trees up

[Chorus x2: Eastwood]
To all my niggaz see-sawing, we ballin'
Tweny inch chrome on the wheels street-crawlin'
Heavy in the club smoking dub we ballin'
Throwin up tha West on Tha Row shot callin'

[Verse 2: Eastwood & CI]
Nigga get yo back up off the wall and keep it gangsta
Cos creepin' and walkin' across my flo' will get yo back rubbed
[CI] And you don't want that, I get caught with one gat
That's my playa-hater locater like where the punks at?
[E] Niggaz got em' all like, steppin' through the club in them gator shoes
Whinies, fuck you, fuck you!
[CI] We get rid of y'all
Crooked I's with it all, did it all, spit it all, paper we can get it all

[Chorus #2 x2: Eastwood]
C'mon Hop, roll skate twist bounce
get out of them phillies and blaze an ounce
I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back
I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Nobody got game colder than me
I call a dumb nigga the lil holme's even though they older than me
Cos mentally I'm twice my age, my mind contains
Priceless game, wisdom for weeks, advice for days
The nights the braids the lights the stage the nine the gauge
The knife the blade the live grenades the heists the raids
This gangsta life we made, the price we pay
Give us paper, we might behave, you know?
You try to invade, inside of a grave you go!
In spite of the ways, this rider remains to grow
+Uh Oh+ nigga one rifle blastin
That'll make you spinnin around like a young Michael Jackson
The LBC and me, gangsta walk when we up in the party
You gangstaz talk shit and your body catches three
The C-R double O K-E-D, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Westcoast... We ballin', shot-callin'.
Crooked I and that young nigga Eastwood
Representing the new Westcoast, you know?
Weenies, dig that! All in yo mouth with it

 

[fox69]

"Welcome To Lbc"
(feat. The Dynamic)

"Welcome To Lbc"
(feat. The Dynamic)



Some of you niggaz owe me an apology
Talking extra large shit
Still knowing that your skills is smaller than Nanotechnology
Don't you know your camp be smaller than ant colony
When I say don't challenge me
That's reverse psychology
Ever since 8 Mile battles fascinate America
Free a pay style
Crooked'll assassinate your character
This man will straight embarrass ya
Then when I'm sick of your aryan ass
Pull out the mac and evacuate the area
You ain't got skills
I'm surprised you got deals
I been in princess cuts, sluts and hot wheels
Your wack ass is not real
Don't make me act a "Jackass" like Johnny Knoxville
When I cock steel
I waste rap has-beens
Leave you in a trash bin
Asshole naked with your face mask bashed in
Your hoe wants me
I takes that ass then
She gave me face and said it tastes like lamb skin
Labels tell me "Come blow us up"
Since I left from Death Row they wanna know whats up
Some of 'em got they own agenda, wanna slow us up
This one's for all of my niggaz, they wanna know whats what
Got my own organization, we 20 men deep
Dynasty slappin your face, nigga
My city been sleep, my semi sent heat
If niggaz don't act like they 5 pairs of legs and give me ten feet

 

[fox69]

"Welcome To My City"

"Welcome To My City"


Uhh... Yeah
Naw I ain't tryin' to say that you nigga's is dead and gone
But uhh... A lot done change since you put LBC on the map
You feel me?
I mean, lil' nigga's is riding skateboards and roll up and blast you.
You Know?
We done changed them Impalas for Chargers and mothafuckin' 300C's
We done turned them Chuck Taylor's into Ice Creams and Vans
Niggas is gettin' money
We bosses now

[Verse 1:]
This is how you get to Long Beach if you never been
Take the 4-5 Freeway or the 7-10
A clever spot but you better put your weapons in
And legal search cops looking for that evidence
Let me tell you bout the city that I represents
You can find my footprints covered in every inch
My nigga's hold me down lovely when I'm in a pinch
When shits ugly in the trenches, we gettin' drenched
Long Beach we ain't fucking with the shootin' range
Practice shootin' at each other to improve our aim
I wish it wasn't but it is I know who to blame
Them crooked feds gave us guns and said "do ya thang"
And it never rains in California is what they say though
We made it snow in the 80's with all that yayo
Ask Pedro, he built a tunnel in Mexico
When you come out that bitch you in San Diego
Bring the work to the hood and nigga's stunt hard
Put the DuPont Registry in your front yard
Spend a Harvard education, that's on one car
And you ain't even put no rims on it thus far
When you ride through my hood bring your ammunition
You in Long Beach nigga, read the vandalism
Where you and your big homie share the same mannerisms
In the school of hard knocks is teachin' scandlisms

[Chorus:]
All my nigga's if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)
LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
All my bitches if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to)
Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)

[Verse 2:]
Long Beach bitches got a lot of swag in 'em
Lot of Dolce and Gabbana, a lot of Prada bag in 'em
We got some bad women
All I know is them jeans ain't nothin' but denim unless they got some ass in 'em
Girls pass by nigga's quick to try and spit
They don't give us action and we start talking shit
Like keep the steppin' bitch
You can eat a dick, with them hitch hiker tittes
Look like they need a lift
Go buy some Clearasil
Why I gotta say you ugly when a mirror will?
Bitch busted as a stolen car steering wheel
Damn just a minute ago she had whip appeal
Uh! That's nigga's for ya
Now we gettin' drunk over my home girls house
I'm posted like a slouch til' I hearled on the couch
Aw hell to the naw
First thing out her mouth, "What the hell is that about"
Naw you nigga's gotta bounce
Don't let that nigga drive
Last thing she hollered out
Cause she care about her homies safety
That's without a doubt
Long Beach gangsta bitches in the park fighting
Squares never know what kinda hoe they start liking
Give they heart to a bitch that's ready to start diking
They catch her in bed with a chick stronger then Mike Tyson
Every body in the city's cheatin' on each other
At the Residents Inn nigga's skeetin' on the covers
White girls say they like creepin' with the brothers
But they fathers say don't let me catch you sleepin' with them others
That's Long Beach you got to love us
Hahahaha... Mufuckas

[Chorus:]
All my nigga's if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)
LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
All my bitches if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to)
Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)

 

[fox69]

"Welcome To Planet X (We're Coming For You)"
(with Eminem & The Observer)

"Welcome To Planet X (We're Coming For You)"
(with Eminem & The Observer)



[Eminem:]
I live in a world that's different than your world
Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy
Those things don't exist in my world anymore
Welcome to my world
Welcome to Planet X motherfucker

[KXNG CROOKED:]
It used to be parks
It used to be jungle gyms
Now they just stories passed down orally from my great-grandmother Nem
It used to be public pools
Kids loved to swim till the summer's end
Now it's enough poison in the water to slaughter your son and daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich couldn't stand the stench of the dirt
Poor of course who had the world oversaturated
So a new world order was activated
No more black, no more white, no more brown, no more yellow, no more red
Just high born citizens and low born citizens
And all that race shit was eradicated
You're either rich or you're poor now
Digital identity chip implanted in everybody born now
Being poor is like fighting a war now
No energy to fight the real enemy because you're worn out
Living life on a tight rope, but the trickery is the tight rope
It's slippery as a ice lope
Every second somebody is falling off
So we figure we embrace the misery
Nigga we never liked hope
Cause hope was the buzzword
That they used to brainwash us, fuck that we unlearn
Now the rich people concerned
Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw till they gave birth to a resistance
You scared looking at your window
You see your own fucking children crawling over your fences

[The Observer:]
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
Two by two I bury them in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me, their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they choose witchy spawn
Cause we're coming for you
(Coming for you, coming for you)
La la la la la we're coming for you
La la la la la we're coming for you

[KXNG CROOKED:]
Yo, what you gon' do now
It's too late for talking, I'm in your face with the tool out
Foot wearing the other shoe now
The chickens came home to roost now
Who got the juice now?
Aye yo, what you gon' do now
You wanna truce now
I'm in your face with the tool out
Foot wearing the other shoe now
The chickens came home to roost now
Who got the juice now?
Oil addiction, water polution
(Who got the juice now?)
Soil contamination and overconsumption
(Tell me who got the juice now?)
Wiped out two thirds of the planets fresh water
(Who got the juice now?)
And crop reserves creating a vast wasteland on a global scale
(Who got the juice?)

[The Observer:]
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
Two by two I bury them (I bury them, I bury them) in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they choose witchy spawn
Cause we're coming for you
(Coming for you, coming for you)
La la la la la we're coming for you

 

[fox69]

"West Coast"
(feat. Kurupt & Eastwood)

"West Coast"
(feat. Kurupt & Eastwood)



[Eastwood:]
Huh, representing the West, check it out
Alright relax your mind, blow a blunt be free
You now tuned in to the sound of the new Row Gs
You claim you know us, (you know us), plus you think you can rap
Well you're tired, (you're tired), so go take a nap
Yeah you know the East, I get funky with lines
Mic check 1, 2, and spit it out my mind
The E.A.S.T. is the name I spell from videos to my shows, yes I rock well
Slow your roll boy, your team ain't stronger than mine
Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines
You can't stand mines?
Well stay the fuck out my circle, before I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple
I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing
And ambush your team, mini machines that take off your spleen
If you ain't ready, I thought I told ya'll before, the Row roll heavy
Sharp like machetes, counting confettis, dipping the chevy
Watch my motherfucking d's out up and down your city
It's so pretty, D.A.S.T to the L.A.C. and I'm representing with Suge, This M.O.B.
So mob with me I keep my weed and heat under the seat like, "Fuck what you saying to me"
I'm hollyhood on you Hollywood niggas, what's up?
Meet a nigga in the street and we can lock head up
You can't get over the (bark) [x7]
She went which'a way? Now put your bitch away
[Crooked I:]
Crooked fuck in the West, But he cuts in the South
If there's sluts in the house, stick nuts in your mouth
Drink, what's it about? Keep punk niggas out (beat it!)
Six slumped on the couch, get humped then I'm out
I'm an ogre with mine, so vulgar at times
If ugly hoe were a dime, I'd fuck both of you combined
One hoe told me, "Crooked open your mind,"
Cause I like to be choked while I'm stroked from behind
Mah, I'll oblige, I don't follow guides, and if I squeeze too hard then I'll apologize
She the type who qualifies, man she had a lot of guys
Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes
So I aimed for her chest
I came on her breasts
And stained on her flesh, we insane on the West
You see I'm a gangsta having fun
And I never leave a (beach?) without packing a gun
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance
[Kurupt:]
Well it's Kurupt Young Gotti, (Gotti)
And I'm back home, you better ask somebody
I pack chrome and at least one shotty
I smash home with a pretty young hottie, Lodi Dodi
Still ride with the D (dot) P (dot) G (dot), we hot
The six tray watt, where the keys at Fiat steal that nigga
Classic hits, how could you not, not feel that nigga
Spill that liquor for your homies, I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies
I'm only out for my tippa, dick in your mouth for you strippers
Clock mountainous figures niggas come off the crown
Before Young Eastwood have to toss you down
I'm O.G., can't nobody kick me off the Pound
That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found
Slauson-bound bitch!
Shit, God damn, motherfucker, asshole
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
You can't get over the (dog bark) [x5]
She went which'a way? Now put your bitch away
You can't get over the (dog bark) [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Who Wants To Fuck Tonite"
(feat. Danny Boy, Eastwood, Ja Rule)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)

"Who Wants To Fuck Tonite"
(feat. Danny Boy, Eastwood, Ja Rule)
(from "Dysfunktional Family" soundtrack)



[Verse 1: Eastwood]
Now do my niggaz wanna fuck tonight? Hell yeah
How many Ladies wanna fuck tonight? We do, we do
Ey yo, I once had a bitch named Chilly
And she wouldn't do it my way
So I slapped the bitch silly
That 64 Chevy hopin' blowin' on trees
With nasty Nicole Young blowin' on any tease
So you bitches didn't expect that Tha Row is back
But with a twist in youth authority my hoes come back, now how I act off the cognac
Lay 'em down flat beat the dick to the cat, you top notch hood rat
I love bitches in fourth quarter fuck 'em in clutch
Got your baby mama fiendin' for dick, she wanna fuck now
Don't be mad if I bless you and hit her and
Don't be mad cause I like 'em fly in short skirts
And my money you'll never get it with the stick
I'm sick with it, I made her cum quick with it
When the young Wood hit it like different
Yeah I'll be strokin' and leavin' the Pussy open
When I'm in it, it ain't no joke and get your whole back broke
Now do my niggaz wanna fuck tonight? Hell yeah
How many Ladies wanna fuck tonight? We do, we do
[Verse 2: Danny Boy]
She gave me head in the Benz and then we had sex in the Lex
And we pop a lot 7-11, while we was bangin' them new Row hits
She said she know it's about to happen
Just like in '94, '95, ‘96
I keep it real, I stick to the script girl
I gotta get my riches, money over bitches
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
I grab my dick and say girl, I'm just an artist after cheddar
But when you strip I'm the hardest rapper ever
I'm tellin' hoes ain't no holy matrimony
Just us, fuckin' on the holy mattress only
Now go in as your homie if they down with a ménage
Cause I'm down to get massage
Fuck the iconologe; beat it down in a garage, ugh
Nobody's hittin' these hoes harder
I could piss off a bridge and still feel the cold water
I been a fiend since Billy Jean
I'm in a clean limousine
Givin' this bitch from the Philippines that Jimmy Dean sausage
Watch me fuck till I'm exhausted
All of my real bitches only be fuckin' with Bosses
When we sex a freak in extra sheets I'm with it
Give me head for weeks, I'll spread your cheeks and hit it
I bet you reach your sexual peak in minutes
If your legs can reach your neck, I'm deep up in it
Damage your corn rolls, god damn it
Let's grab a camera, get the cam in and make amateur pornos
I'm slammin' the door close, you got me very bent
Crook's a pussy banger that eastside limp dick
Now do my niggaz wanna fuck tonight? Hell yeah
How many Ladies wanna fuck tonight? We do, we do
[Verse 4: a Rule]
Baby I don't regret shit, what time is it to live reckless
Pushin' the six at times I get my dick licked
I'm childish, one of a kind, one in my own
And I'm about to take you freak hoes the devils a no
And touch your lips, and better off fuck the lips
The more positions the better
I been here for whatever see, feel me
I don't need weed to get high
Some good head will make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, cause if she ain't right, turn the lights off
Put her on a summit and pump till your dicks' soft
The Rule does it, street love, how I met cha
Down to drug with the light buzz
I respect it, cause if she know, I will
Give you what you want, give you what you need
Ugh, holla back, Rule baby
Now do my niggaz wanna fuck tonight? Hell yeah
How many Ladies wanna fuck tonight? We do, we do