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KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California

My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my

country no need to give it to me

I said man-oh-man
Where'd the good times go?
Back when Fall by Clay Walker was playin' on the radio
So I sang

because I'm gifted
And this project is brilliant"

GQ: GQ: You were born
In Long Beach, California
But moved to New Orleans at age
5 when is the first
Time

on what's changed
Waving at familiar, but I'm telling you that you got it wrong
I ain't that same chick, man that girl is long gone
That girl played down all

that country's part of me yeah

No shirt, sun burnt
Smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyenne, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents

John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating

The One

Stevie Nicks

Heroes & Thieves

2007

think my times were free
All the ways you say to me
Sweet versions of lets wait and see

But you're always a golden boy
And I'm the girl that you enjoy
My

time
Sadly I don't know what to say
It really hurt me by the way
Now that I know what's going on
My mind's killing me all day long
But now I have to keep

chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

skin
But you jumping chicks like John Cena
Old bestie was a Scorpio
Now you see why I'm solo
Hope my enemies hear me on The radio
Superstar yeah I glow

you want, give you whatever you need
Long as you throw me a line, fill me your vacancy please!
V2
Now that sweet old dixie line, how many times have I

for
Chicks I cared less about tryna get me to share more
Fly out the womb, the doctor said I was airborne
This ain't for Billboard, strictly for you

radio station playing our song
Tried to hit the outer city limit before they even know I'm gone
And by the time they see I'm missing, I'll be halfway home

Rappers need radio for self-esteem
I'm on some brand new boombox Radio Raheem
I wonder if my grind has gone in vain
I mean it's my time, but are they on my

so gone got my artist playing on the fucking radio
I gotta keep them haters hating till they so gone
And that thing kept me motivated yeah for so long

compressed
Been a long time made my head gone west
Now I'm back in the picture
Loui got man in the booth now I'm rapping a scripture
Mad how I've grown
Used

chick on my arm, damn I hope she didn't read that
Be that as it may, texted OTW
As long as she in town I'ma keep on sliding through
My boo finds out, Lord

Come and get your party on, come and get your party on
Sip that drank till it's gone, Roll up the blunt, smoke on the bong
Smoke all the weed, while

you've waited for long make I bring out this hit
I no get time to waste so I go lay am like this
If you know you're feeling this track, you should rise

at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings
Never been a punk I had to pass the message
Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second
The devil trying

at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings
Never been a punk I had to pass the message
Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second
The devil trying

Long Winding Road

Jin

100 Grand Jin

Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own
And even though the feelin was good
Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood
Now a years gone by