COB Motto

[Intro: Demetrius Capone] That's the C-O add a B to that shit (x3) [Crooked I] Ssutt ssutt is the motto Spark up some loud, man, crack another bottle C.O.B deep in the streets like a pothole You know who to follow Crooked Intriago (x2) [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] Now when I step up in the place, all eyes on me Grand entrance, I arrive so G I wanna see, I wanna see some bitches grind on me Then chicks do the Dougie and they fly, so sweet Hit em up, hit em up, that's what Pac told me But I'mma switch it up, I'mma hit your bride, on me, on me Where we at? Where we at? Eastside Long Beach I don't need to box cuz the heater got long reach Lowkey, my slang key low, like I slang kilos like my name Nemo I never play fair, got the game cheat code Circle-X-Square, I play in beast mode My Circle "X" squares, your hot man, so what Blaow, I'll send you to hot damn, know what? That's Hell, this is a god damn hold up It's not 12 o' clock, but watch hands go up [Hook: Julius Luciano] Okay, you say you're dope, put your dollars up Y'all niggas ain't hot as us, fuck it y'all should follow us Yeah, okay you hot but you ain't hot enough Show you niggas how to bust, fuck it y'all should follow us Yeah, you gettin' tipsy, hold your bottles up Drink it down, bottoms up, fuck it y'all should follow us Yeah, my niggas fuckin' all kind of sluts Strippers and them model sluts, fuck it y'all should follow us [Verse 2: Julius Luciano I got 2 bottles of the Ace on my car dash We stopped fuckin' with Cris, Kim Kardash Rappers, I'mma damage em with hollows Bullets eat emcees ribs like the sandwich at McDonalds Talk tough and let the rifle blam nigga On top of my game like I'm playin' Twister On top of my game with the Shoes like hopscotch C.O.B shirt, it say "Do Not Cock Block" A nigga don't play, get bitches From here to Detroit, peace to Ro, K, and Kid Vishis My girl like a lawyer, she know how to get me off In any case, I'mma beat it til my shit is soft So many hoes I bend They be on that fatal attraction, they follow me close like Glenn I'm drunk but my nigga Siegel hit blunts He like Kelly Bundy, always see him with bud [Verse 3: Kenny] If I'm your role model, I ain't tryin' to be that Especially when everyday I'm askin' where the weed at Niggas sayin' they hard, maybe I'm blind, I don't see that But if you wanna have beef with me then tell me where to meet at Nigga you can believe that I still slip in the club, I still grip on the snub A real nigga what's up, yeah my nigga you can believe that You worth shit, [?] rock back in my toons days nigga You redefine fashionably late nigga You need to stop actin' like you paid nigga You look super gay, mask and a pink cape nigga This beat was askin' to be raped So I'm leavin' red spots, splashes of V-8 But nah, that isn't the case nigga By the way, I'll pack a D. Wade nigga I'm me, I only shift when I switch lanes Dirty diaper, ain't shit changed [Hook: Julius Luciano] [Verse 4: Ad-Vice] There's nothin' more valuable than an irrational radical Who overstands that man has no right to be taxable It's amiable that you niggas want to stack your capital And get your jaw broke with a shovel to your mandible Give me the loot, more than Christopher Wallace Your paychecks gettin' garnished for talkin' that garbage I mob with a faction of fiends who stay clean Who only talk cream when there's a meetin' with the team By any means, I'm obscene but machetes I swing Stand heavy in the streets from the visions I see [????] I'm optimistic when I bring uncharacteristic styles you never seen I got a mean mother [?] to simp on Practice lookin' hard and get emptied the clip on Got a chick and a headboard for her to grip on Paralegals off work to get they strip on [Verse 5: Ro] Step in the spot, drinkin' Ciroc straight Feelin' so tall, think my feet is on a crate [?], my feet is on your face Look like the Nikes tryin' to tat it on your face Anyways, I'm on the broads [?] almost to the elbow on her arm Chest poke out like the top of "R" She 5'9" with a ass, I'mma call her star Yeah I ball, you're with the grounds crew Look at my wallet, that's a paper view Do what the haters do, stay on the sidelines Follow my words, I'm the guideline And I'm on my time, and I don't waste it Unless I'm in the stripclub, know I'm gettin' faded I blew money but I make it back Cuz I stack, spend, invest, and re-stack [Hook: Julius Luciano]