Pac & Biggie

[Hook: Crooked I] I got my whole city with me Ridin’ through the Beach in my hard-top Bentley I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidneys When I leave the game, they gon’ mention my name like Pac and Biggie Greatest of all time, greatest of all time When I leave the game, they gon’ mention my name like Pac and Biggie Greatest of all time, greatest of all time When I leave the game, they gon’ mention my name [Verse 1: Crooked I] Because it’s C.O.B. everything, homies know the meaning Caucasian or black, Chicano or Belizean My father never knew that he had million-dollar semen I had to find a way in, got more family than Kenan Drugs in my duffle, bitch I’m on my hustle Stay armed like a bicep, but goons are my muscle Grind plus hustle like Scrappy let’s call it Grustle I’m doing business with Asians, ése’s and Bloods, cuz-o Throne on the West Coast, that’s what I’m the heir to No one can compare to me, I say what you scared to I don’t dance much, and motherfuck a funny hairdo Listen hear dude, I’m on my grizzly and you bear food Yeah, the kid grew up in the hellhole Took that fire, put it on tracks minus the railroad How many joints in your elbow? Your arm? Hell no An elbow’s a pound of weed for sale though, and yo [Hook: Crooked I] [Verse 2: Crooked I] Legendary as Pac and Biggie, Harry O and Ricky Selling sounds all them pounds, the stereo are sticky Is it rapper trap-money? The scenario is tricky Either way that it go, when I’m buried you won’t forget me No matter what you heard it’s my mu’fuckin’ dominion Take your asshole and shove it up your opinion The menacin’ flow, even my nemeses call me the genesis Cause I’ve been the truth from the beginning I’m bar-raising, Cuban cigar-blazing White European whip: call it my Car-casian From starvation to becoming the leader of a dark nation Move quiet like I’m part-Mason My hood credit is good, I’m that Visa I move through the belly of the beast like magnesium You could be a star, I'mma be a tsar Black Cesar, forget it, I’m iller than amnesia Remember? [Hook: Crooked I] [Verse 3: Crooked I] I’m on my Long Beach shit (alcohol in my diet) A Mafioso outlaw (a Somalian pirate) I’m a Molotov cocktail (involved in a riot) Flames burn you fuck boys (‘til all of ya quiet) C.O.B. on that Junior M.A.F.I.A. shit for real though In this bitch deep like an 18-inch dildo Haters check my passport (Boss!) I could put everything you own in my Jag Sport (Boss!) This is a man’s sport You got to have an iron stomach Or you’ll plummet from the highest summit The top I see bodies flying from it I love this game, I just study the science of it The Third Messiah coming, 100 Let me tell you again nigga [Hook: Crooked I]