OkBye

[Intro: Crooked I] California, you're now rocking with the motherfucking best Crooked I You don’t like how I live, ok, bye You don’t like getting money, ok, bye You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way [Verse 1: Crooked I] The world hating on your boy just yesterday But like I said that was yesterday, cause hey Eminem signed me to Shady, put me on Interscope Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail Now chicks licking me like an envelope, yeah I’m in her throat Crooked about to score, I see the red zone All I need is beats by Dre, but not the headphones Think I don’t live right, homie you dead wrong Submarine sandwich: I’m just saying my bread long Walk in the club with a gang of Eastsiders Some rappers cool, I came to be live-er You claim to be lighters You say you spit flame, you a liar Damn dawg, change your speech writer I’m sideways on the hater keep it pushing Just another Massengell pussy who need a douchin' I’m looking for a round ass, I need a cushion I love it when they tell me "Daddy I need a whooping" [Hook: Crooked I] You don’t like how I live, ok, bye You don’t like getting money, ok, bye You don’t like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way You don’t like how I do it, ok, bye You don’t like that I’m hood, ok, bye You don’t like that I’m me, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way [Verse 2: Crooked I] I be keeping it real because I am real Yeah some of y'all eating good, but it’s your last meal You the king of the hill, but it’s an ant hill I kick it over, you over, tell me how that feel It’s not an arrogant thing, I got a stable of lyrics And I’ll be pimping this pen like Sean Garrett and Dream If these songs was hoes, I'd have a harem like an Arabic king So beware of my team, yep So many wolves you ain’t got nothing for me Nowadays all that champagne popping be looking corny We got the bitches on Hennessy getting horny And they ain’t thinking of leaving 'til 6 in the morning Yeah, they love fucking with us Let them do what they do, you be cuffing them tough See you Greyhound luggage when it comes to the sluts Cause they’re gon' throw you under the bus, boy [Hook: Crooked I] [Verse 3: Crooked I] As long as I hustle hard money gon' come with ease And it’s child’s play, call it Chuck E. Cheese Wanna do it like me, go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed Then run the street with a hundred G's Goons that is, they coming out the woodwork I would work, but that ain’t how the hood work I’m trying to take over the game B.I.G. and Pac style Labels try to drop my old shit cause I’m hot now But oh shit, you should stop now Try to play me on some ho shit, I'll shut your block down Dirty magazines tell you what my clique about Cause playboy, we some hustlers in a penthouse Louis bag full of paper, let my chick count She flyer than a double somersault dismount And she swear to god, Crooked gonna dog her out I got a bad rep, cause I’m from Slaughterhouse! [Hook: Crooked I]