Crooked I - Big Shit Poppin' (Week 12) - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Big Shit Poppin' (Week 12)

Crooked I

Hip Hop Weekly Vol. 1

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[Verse 1: Crooked I] I'm a hit the Mercedes lot, test drive 5s Buy one then I'm gonna drop the top on the Westside skies Let's drive by in that S-5 high On them 22 inch rims, fresh white Nikes on the gas pedal Bullet proof it if you blast metal Why I need a ghetto pass when I'm past ghetto Got a bad bitch, moving down Melrose Baby got me harder than Superman's elbow Stop at the shoe shop, grab them Lakers shell toes West coast from head to toe, you might as well know Helio cell phone buzzing on my hip It's my cousin, he on sunset fucking with the strip Throwing up C.O.B, thugging with the clique You niggas want some drama, there's nothing we can trip Got a pair .45s man, Siamese twins Stir fry your noodles, call 'em my Chinese friends Do it! [Verse 2: Crooked I] Being broke is not an option, it's like breathing in toxins Blocking your oxygen feeling boxed in Cops want me in that Datsun But I'm in that drop top, them seats are made out of Ox skin I never take my paper chase for granted In a drought you won't ever see the gangsta panic I go apes bananas, bake bandanas, my game is mammoth With my greatness I could change the planet Like a 21-gun salute I aim for the sky On some peach cobbler shit, I came for the pie Long Beach mobster shit, won't change 'til I die Who you gotta problem with, my gangsta'll ride Ya'll niggas better know who I am Put me under interrogation, I won't turn on my fam Rather clap the shottie I'm the poet Saul Williams trapped in a gansta rapper's body Now let's slam that! [Verse 3: Crooked I] Now I do it in my leisure Crease up my jeans, pull my jewelry out the freezer Then I swipe my Visa between the ass cheeks of a thick chick Like tip drill, shit's real, nigga believe her Nigga's an achiever, menaging these divas Hit 'em in they beaver 'til they need a breather They ain't worried about they nigga, Crooked's not either Cause I keep a motherfucking automatic squeezer Opened up a jewelry store, now they getting mad again Cause I rock a cross that could blind the whole Vatican Me and my chick like Jesus and Mary Magdalene She on my side like Eve when she came out of Adam's abdomen This for my niggas on the block trying to earn paper For my college students fucking with them term papers I'm on this West coast grinding Couple niggas on my coast, yeah they want to stop me from shining But I'mma do it!
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