64 BARS

[Intro] It's Crooshie wooshie wooshie Woosh You already know how it's done sonny Okay, look [Verse 1: Croosh] I swear I'm in this bitch call me young Crooshamolie I'm reppin Los Ang like I fuckin' shoot with Kobe I'm always sipping OE, but I prefer the mickey If I drink too much liquor then I will wake up with hickeys I need O-X-Y, G-E-N You know I have to pregame before we begin You know I always stay writing with the P-E-N I know a lot of people don't like to see me win So I'ma do it just in spite of em Take you like a vitamin Mad cause I'm steady pullin' strings like a violin I'm pilin' these pennies, nickels, and quarters I shop at Goodwill cause I'm so norm poor Like ay, shout out to SAMO High Smokin' Mary Jane at lunch getting SAMO high Cuttin' class like a motherfucking samurai But still it's class of '14 till I SAMO die Look I'm tryna get the bread and dough Flexing from the head to toe If you're mad that I'm a better rapper homie let it go Maybe you should meditate Probably get your yoga on I know you're stressing cause you see what's really going on See I'm not going nowhere like I just got stuck in a maze Making money from this rapping shit I'm fucking amazed Girls who used to diss me they be like what's up with a date It's funny how the green can make a girl go red in the face She blushin' But I got no time for discussion Telling me all these rumors Fuck all these lies and assumptions And fuck these other rappers too I am the guy you should fuck with There's no hating my style You either like or you love it So laugh now, laugh later Life is a long joke They say that life's a cruise, think I'm on the wrong boat See I'd rather take a risk than be another John Doe Have a Rollie on my wrist and live in a condo (ah) young Croosh let me hop up on the beat-ery Only been a date yet she's acting like she's needing me That's about the time that I dip out Walk up out the room butt naked with my dick out (okay) Look me up on Soundcloud knowing what I stay on They try to put me in a box, I am not a crayon, no It's young Croosh look, tell 'em one time, miss She ask me if I rap so I told her one rhyme (Look, uh) Got you gaining interest like a car loan Yeah I'm down to earth but I'm looking at the stars though They try to gas me up but you won't hear me fart Bruh I try to use my brain but no telling where my heart go Tell them what my lungs breathe, roll another blunt please I be on that tree like a motherfucking monkey Got them going nuts, throwing coconuts You can know a lot but never know enough Look, they wanna see if I can rap, so let me spit some bars These rappers wanna act, but they don't fit the part See but lemme Tom Cruise it, making this bomb music Just so you can bump it in the car and bob to it See I say what I feel and I feel what I say If you don't wanna listen turn your head the other way Man you know I get hyphy, like I'm from the Bay And I keep my shit hotter than a Vegas summer day, okay Let me take a breath there Lungs full of smoke so it's good to get some fresh air... Okay I'm back at it Now watch her twerk it at an angle that is mathematic The name's Croosh if you know me freakin' call me J I celebrate like every weekend is a holiday I swear that I'm just on a roll like some toilet paper And I rep LA so you know I'm for the Lakers Croosh