Doin' Dat

[Verse 1: Crooked I] I got the motherfuckin' McLaren that's 500 grand Make it rain your retirement plan You want [?] like these you got to fly to Japan C.O.B. is a religion, Crooked I is a brand The streets make you hot, check the temperature Word on the block, I'm the Western emperor Few niggas hatin', at best your miniature My necklace injure your pride, the tech'll finish ya I stalk you all day extra sinister Pray on niggas all night like a restless minister I don't care when you bastards get crazy Grab it, squeeze it, blast the shit baby Why you give 'em a clap with the .380? Answer, I learned it in class with Dick Cheney Coppers can't catch me, I don't care if you're Sherlock I'm smart enough to outfox Rupert Murdoch Man just putting words together At my worst I'm better, you don't earn your cheddar All you ringtone rappers, you birds of a feather Making collabos flocking together sounding worse than ever I'm rocking Berettas, pop at your sweater So many times you transform like Optimus never Change your description for trying to reach I'm the president of the Beach that they try to impeach In society they expect me to die in the streets I thank God when I'm in my Benz driver seat Lot of people they tell me I'm the illest rapper alive But they really don't know I'm the realest rapper alive In your hood by myself will this rapper survive? If I'm fucking with you then you feel this rapper for life, right If I'm fucking with you then you feel this rapper for life, right C.O.B., cannons in a nigga's lap LBC, Dodger on a fitted cap Lot of niggas is wack, they should get a brrap Haha they should get a brrap C.O.B., cannons in a nigga's lap LBC, Dodger on a fitted cap Lot of niggas is wack, you should get a brrap Haha you should get a brrap