Vibe Wit a Bo$$ (Week 3)

[Intro: Crooked I] Eastside Crooked I, C.O.B. until I die If they say I'm not a boss, nigga that's a damn lie Where my Gs in this bitch? Bring California back Where my Gs in this bitch? Bring-bring California back (x2) [Verse 1: Crooked I] You can ask rich boy cause he know He seen us walking 50 deep through the casino Long Beach Eastside, niggas yelling (Ay!) Dynamic Certified, them my niggas (Ay!) C.O.B. is worldwide get it right (Ay!) In Sydney, Australia ask DJ Age On the freeway switching lanes, 3 AKs On my way to the PJs, Crooked ain't changed Westcoast, dirty South, East I'm tri-coastal Flow is so anthrax cause I goes postal When I goes postal the mail goes global Remy in my coke, that's who iced out my logo Candy-painted Chevrolet pulling out the crib, yeah Long Beach fitted cause I get it how I live, yeah Big ass .45 poking me in my ribs, yeah That'll show you barbers how to part a nigga's wig, yeah Still on the block even though I got papes Catch me at hop where my nigga pop gates Real niggas love me because I'm not fake I just want some unity and let's clock cakes Shouts out to my nigga Stro', Glasses Malone Me and Bishop in the booth rocking microphones I fuck with Guerilla Black, Reggie where the Realest at? You can ask Chino, Sway and Tech, them the realest cats Yeah I fuck with Spider Loc and Game, you ain't feeling that? What you want me to say, I got love for both them niggas, black Coniyac the X-O, Aftermath, Death Row Treacherous is here, now let's here it for the West Coast Misfit, Hostile Clique, my nigga Tiny Style Hobo, Long Beach Bam, how you like us now? Enemy of Morticia, Big Chan and Sylk-E. Fyne Kola Loc and Diamond, Yo-Yo you in your prime Yukmouth and Keak Da Sneak, rest in peace 2Pac DK and SKG, what up 40 Glocc Bullet Loc and Brotha Lynch plus my nigga Ras Kass Lil J, Shorty K, Tip, Coco Loc and Badazz Mamey Gun, South Central, Little C-Style and Living Proof On one and Horseshoe (Ay!), realest niggas in the booth (Ay!) Wolf Wanggg and Hussein, Nook Dog and LC Bo Rock and Show Shock, damn I love the LB Siccmade, EC Uno, my nigga QP Niggas down in San Diego doing it like some true Gs Big Syke and One-2 down there from the double 9 True hogs, young hogs, damn I'm running out of time Jim Gittum, Komplex, hottest on my project Big Fase, Hot Dollar, Stacee Adams got next Eastwood is self-made, Chase and Self Scientific Iman and Sinful, love to hear my niggas rip it Ya heard? Off the head, my freestyle flow Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know Who West-representing? [Adlibs] [Verse 2: Crooked I] It ain't my fault I'm so cold on you nothing hoes Momma taught me about hoes, see a woman knows A real woman knows exactly how the fronting goes I let you lie, let the truth remain unexposed Peg legs and canes couldn't make a nigga lame See I ain't the nigga trying to get some pussy with his chain Hollywood-ass nigga trying to drop names My niggas is real, they taught me that boss game I could change your life, baby if you roll the dice My nigga, Pimpin' Leprechaun he gave me some cold advice "What do you tell a bitch with two black eyes? You don't tell her nothing, you already told her twice" Game from the pulpit, come and get anointed I don't hit a bitch I just say I'm disappointed Then make them bend backwards like they double-jointed Got to do it for poppa, man they can't avoid it [Outro]