Crooked I - Guess Who's Back - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Hook] Guess who's back in the moterfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too [Verse 1] Guess who's back and I'm working on the clock - say bro It's crooked I, got 'em jerking on the block - they know The coupe Prego, convertible the top - aiyoo Your goons lay low, I murder with a Glock - fatal I'd rather fuck with some bitches But these haters love drama, guess it comes with the riches And all my thugs with the business In the club wit'cha misses Love the hugs and the kisses My rap money in my right hand (get 'em) My trap money in my left hand (get 'em) You can get married to crime, I'll be the best man I'm in and out of the game Proud of the power that came You cowards out of your brain Uhh, Scram Jones is bringing the speaker crack out Stop the beat, Long Beach! Bring it back now [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, hoes recognize, niggas do too - really A few - milli; the boy hustle too silly And new giddy, some real dudes move with me Goon city, Bad Boy, new Diddy Rrah! Rrrah! What the bloodclaat? I wanna see that ass popping when the drums drop Rrrah! Rrah! Keep your guns cocked My Cali niggas smoking kush 'till they lungs stop Illegal money in my right hand (get 'em) But legal money in my left hand (get 'em) Look at the ice on my hype man That's C.O.B., we at the check stand And tell the fans eat a dick My grind is sick with it I'm just trying to be legit I'm a rider, I'm the kind you need to get I'm the guy to lead the ship I'm just trying to be the shit [Hook] [Verse 3] Guess who's back in the motherfucking house illin' A wild villain, fresh to death, my style killin' Drought fillin', new Ferrari without ceilin' Your souse willin', my dick's in her mouth chillin' You're now fucking with the braveheart When you hear pow pow, that's my trademark I gotta get it for my homies in the graveyard I hear 'em yelling ''Crook, you better hit the game hard'' Label money in my right hand (get 'em) Under-the-table money in my left hand (get 'em) Build a small fortune with my grind man But Rubin and Simmons was smarter cause they built Def Jam Inspire me to take bigger steps Fans rather see me shoot guns on the internet Rappers beefing in public, where's the intellect? Talking 'bout killing each other, why you ain't did it yet? [Hook]
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