Cruisin'

[Verse 1: Crooked I] Hot damn why I gotta be so Hot damn a nigga got street flow My man I'm sick in the cerebral Sixteen bars worth more than a kilo You know my steelo, chrome desert eagle When I drop by say hi to my amigo Give 'em two shots and I don't mean a free throw This young nigga living by the G code Haters talk that shit but I don't give a fuck Say you better than me then where the money what Funny what a motherfucker gotta say in an interview But I bet that punk ain't running up C.O.B. nigga that's the clique You don't like that suck a massive dick Watch the plasma drip all on your Reebok Classics When I'm letting loose with that Jurassic clip Now I'm looking for another ass to kick Mark ass rapper I crack your bitch Have that ho showing ass and tits Playing my song saying that's the shit I don't know why you comfortable fucking with me though That's when my pistol get to singing like it's Ne-yo Walking through different parts of my city I'm a hero Let me tell you again it's C.O.B. ho Crooked I do that shit the west way Weed from Jamaicans, coke from eses My Phillipino homey gave me an SK Want to hear some gangsta shit then press play These niggas couldn't fuck with me on their best day Especially niggas who boney as an x-ray That ain't no diss homey that's a segue Buy the album Boss of the West (ayy) Off probation how you like me now Pistol whipping niggas in Lakewood, wow Prosecute a man cause he couldn't prove how That snitch lucky that I didn't go blow He wasn't worth my bullets and I knew it He gang banged on me homey that's when he blew it Beat him in his grill 'til his face turned bluish Clean up in aisle nine, this nigga's leaking fluids Enough of that motherfucking crime scene Crooked I's all about a rhyme scheme Bling bling shining like high beams White tee and TK ice creams They ask me when I'ma stop using the N word Same time Houston stop sipping the sizzurp And if I do it'll be my own decision Not because of Don Imus or Michael Richards Sharp to know you can't stop the operation Don't like rap, good it ain't your occupation When I spit it's for the hip hop nation So quit eavesdropping on a hood conversation