Crooked I - Welcome to my City - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Welcome to my City

Crooked I

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[Intro: Crooked I] Uhh... Yeah Naw I ain't tryin' to say that you nigga's is dead and gone But uhh... A lot done change since you put LBC on the map You feel me? I mean, lil' nigga's is riding skateboards and roll up and blast you You Know? We done changed them Impalas for Chargers and mothafuckin' 300C's We done turned them Chuck Taylor's into Ice Creams and Vans Niggas is gettin' money We bosses now [Verse 1: Crooked I] This is how you get to Long Beach if you never been Take the 405 Freeway or the 7-10 A clever spot's but you better put your weapons in Illegal search, cops looking for that evidence Let me tell you bout the city that I represent You can find my footprints covered in every inch My nigga's hold me down lovely when I'm in a pinch When shits ugly in the trenches, we getting drenched Long Beach we ain't fucking with the shooting range Practice shooting at each other to improve our aim I wish it wasn't but it is I know who to blame Them crooked feds gave us guns and said "do ya thang" It never rains in California is what they say though We made it snow in the 80's with all that yayo Ask Pedro, he built a tunnel in Mexico When you come out that bitch you in San Diego Bring the work to the hood and nigga's stunt hard Put the DuPont Registry in your front yard Spend a Harvard education, that's on one car And you ain't even put no rims on it thus far When you riding through my hood bring your ammunition You in Long Beach nigga, read the vandalism Where you and your big homie share the same mannerisms In the school of hard knocks is teachin' scandlisms [Hook: Crooked I] All my nigga's if ya feel me We gets busy over here (LBC) Selling purple on the corner (on the corner) LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya) All my bitches if ya feel me We gets busy over here (LBC) We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to) Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya) [Verse 2: Crooked I] Long Beach bitches got a lot of swag in 'em Lot of Dolce and Gabbana, a lot of Prada bag in 'em We got some bad women All I know is them jeans ain't nothin' but denim unless they got some ass in 'em Girls pass by nigga's quick to try and spit They don't give us action and we start talking shit Like keep the steppin' bitch You can eat a dick, with them hitch hiker tittes Look like they need a lift Go buy some Clearasil Why I gotta say you ugly when a mirror will? Bitch busted as a stolen car steering wheel Damn just a minute ago she had whip appeal Uh! That's nigga's for ya Now we getting drunk over my home girls house I'm posted like a slouch til' I hurled on the couch Aw hell to the naw First thing out her mouth, "What the hell is that about" Naw you nigga's gotta bounce Don't let that nigga drive Last thing she hollered out Cause she care about her homies safety That's without a doubt Long Beach gangsta bitches in the park fighting Squares never know what kinda hoe they start liking Give they heart to a bitch that's ready to start diking They catch her in bed with a chick stronger then Mike Tyson Every body in the city's cheating on each other At the Residents Inn nigga's skeeting on the cover White girls say they like creepin' with the brothers But they fathers say don't let me catch you sleeping with them others That's Long Beach you got to love us Hahahaha... Mufuckas [Hook: Crooked I] All my nigga's if ya feel me We gets busy over here (LBC) Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner) LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya) All my bitches if ya feel me We gets busy over here (LBC) We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to) Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
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