Dancin' on Your Grave

Broadcasting live from The Mint room! (THE MINT ROOM) SSUT SSUT (x4) (COB!) [Hook: Brevi] We ain’t afraid of gettin' dirty 'round here Hand in the sand middle finger in the air Anticipate when the rain gon' come Dancin' on your grave, covered in the ssuutt Covered in the ssutt [3x] Dancin' on your grave, covered in ya mud [Verse: Crooked I] Put a deuce up, when Crooked cruise up- I pull a coop up, bullet proofed up You bullies tool up? Fully full what? I’ve been on California corners- Longer than the bottom of a hookers shoe- I'll fuck a dude up! I’m so proper with the chrome chopper.. And if my hand gun is horny, don’t think I won’t cock her! Cockroaches better phone coppers If I get shot I call my own doctors A stone cold COBster.. You niggas playing with this G shit? It’s different levels of this street shit Automatic heat spit, maggots picked the wrong one to beef with And Perez Hilton won’t be the only faggot in deep shit! The ratchet hit ya like a Packer tackling Steve Smith Or leave the clapper, and get it Crack-a-lackin with these fists! Peep this, got chronic cloud for your weed spliff My street team pushing more loud than Steve Riff! Biggie died when they laid son to rest It's like the Industry blamed us labels running from the west! I decided to invest street money and it brought success I was thinkin, "Fuck Execs, 'til them fuckers cut the checks!" So, what does that shit mean? It means I risked doing 16 to bring you these 16’s.. I grew up with, niggas who threw up shit Gang bangers, hustlers, all I used to fuck with.. Charcoal Murcielago, parked oh at the Wilshire Margot Arco, hoes gas me up, way faster than the car go Bitches yell, "Mr. Wells Fargo, he's rich as hell.." Let the cigar blow, I don’t tip 'em well Crooked? He's different he tipped the Richter scale.. I’m an earthquake, I’m the best ever in the first place Unless June 16 is your birthday! (Chorus)