Lyrics:
car (skrrt)
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And every day, it's full of jokers like a deck of cards (hahaha)
Swear I'm so
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
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
ride alike
Will he be able to handle bars
Or will he die tonight?
My ride is like you might not
Even make it outside tonight
I swear to God it's like
If
the meaning is right
Influenced by the hoods, suffer pressure tonight
That's why I feel I can talk about the shit in my life
Who is he if he has fifty grand
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day
Shhhh....be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
Thirty camouflage hummers with
dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
Woo
I'm tryna pull up to he coast line and
Ask whip with Doc and Mac, ayy
You know when you step on that 300 to 500 feet
Where towers is on deck
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
just book me a flight I might be there by tonight
I might just turn up for the prize I might I might
I might change my name to Rugrat I chuck e (Chuckie)
get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
Where I'm from money be the object
I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex
So fuck a diss
down tonight
Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
So I told 'em I was Mike D, they was
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
yes my mouth is what dry
I'm gone wreck shop
Gots to send it to that
Boys
I'm a one thriller
Gots to watch tha scandal
Shop at that Randall
Hit
climbin
Man whats up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah everbody like, where the night?
Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief
Gone break them
This racist institution's double standard
Actin' like they not the reason why we ruthless
But tonight
Tonight is my night, this is my moment
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
that
And that boy he don't think
He just blow the strap
The semi look at me
Asking where he at?
If the pistol is trash
Automatic that
When I put on my
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