Diamonds in the Back

[Intro: Crooked I] Sssutt sssutt! [Hook: K-Young] I got my whole hood rolling right behind me Diamonds in the back, sip syrup, got me leaning Rolling up a fat, fat Swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh [Verse 1: Crooked I] Uh, diamond in the back Sunroof top, come on You know the rest Homey, you know the West Sticky dope put a hole in your chest We grow the best C.O.B. rep the code to the death, with no regrets I’m a fully loaded rock star Uzi keep shooting at you snitches in the cop car Louis V., Huey P. Newton, the Oxy pill, Bobby Seale: house nigga I was in the cotton field Now I’m ‘bout to clock a mill Presidential Rollie shit with that Barack appeal I ball it, kick it, like I’m on a Ghana soccer field Wonder how Pac’d feel? How would Big Papa feel? To know it’s still real niggas countin’ dollar bill And I keep a loaded chopper for you dirty bastards ‘Cause to beat a murder rap, you gotta murder rappers (Ha!) Leave you leaning like some purple Shasta Million Dollar $tory, ho: this the early chapters [Hook: K-Young] I got my whole hood rolling right behind me In the coupe with the seats back is where you’ll find me If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me, ooh I got my whole hood rolling right behind me Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning Rolling up a fat, fat Swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh (Shouts out to Slaughterhouse!) [Verse 2: Crooked I] I hang with gangbangers and some crazy-ass white dudes Nigga with an attitude, rappers think they Ice Cube But I seen you’re kind of soft more like my junior I’mma call you high-school, aight? Cool True or false: before your album dropped Tell me was you a boss? You say yeah: that’s as foolish as a Jewish cross You don’t even believe it Got me wondering who the fuck you are when your music’s off For what it’s worth, I recall eating a (???) sandwich Still managed to do my work: putting in work famished But now they call me “el jefe”: I learned Spanish I’d be lying if I say the money make the hurt vanish But it helps when these hoes suck a boss player Still love black women; fuck John Mayer I got a white girl: fat ass, blonde hair We make good music every time I Kanye her [Hook: K-Young] I got my whole hood rolling right behind me In a coupe with the seats back is where you’ll find me (Ay!) If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me (Get your paper up nigga!) I got my whole hood rolling right behind me Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning Rolling up a fat, fat Swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh (My nigga Big Style in this bitch) [Verse 3: Crooked I] Yeah, and the beat goes on No sleep, been in the streets so long Mama called me like “Please go home.” Ma’ I need to get these C-notes on See I’m all about action and less hopin’ Better die with my Smith & Wess’ smokin’ or havin’ sex strokin’ Just jokin’: Seth Rogen No I’m not Life was a heifer, when I left her, she had her legs open And on my tombstone tell ‘em to put sssutt sssutt C.O.B. ‘til I die my niggas, sssutt sssutt But for now I ride fly as Tuskegee Airmen It’s ironic: a stand-up nigga, but still the chairman [Hook: K-Young] I got my whole hood rolling right behind me In the coupe with the seat back is where you find me (Ay!) If you ain’t at your money up, never mind me, oh (I feel good right now) I got my whole hood rolling right behind me Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning (K-Young!) Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh (Yeah) [Outro: Crooked I] Million Dollar $tory Music is my life Sssutt-ssutt-C.O.B Sssutt sssutt!