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lirik lagu vibe wit a bo$ (week 3) – crooked i

[intro: crooked i]
eastside crooked i, c.o.b. until i die
if they say i’m not a boss, n-gga that’s a d-mn lie
where my gs in this b-tch?
bring california back
where my gs in this b-tch?
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, n-ggas yelling (ay!)
dynamic certified, them my n-ggas (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 c0ke, 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 -ss .45 poking me in my ribs, yeah
that’ll show you barbers how to part a n-gga’s wig, yeah
still on the block even though i got papes
catch me at hop where my n-gga pop gates
real n-ggas love me because i’m not fake
i just want some unity and let’s clock cakes
shouts out to my n-gga stro’, gl-sses malone
me and bishop in the booth rocking microphones
i f-ck with guerilla black, reggie where the realest at?
you can ask chino, sway and tech, them the realest cats
yeah i f-ck with spider loc and game, you ain’t feeling that?
what you want me to say, i got love for both them n-ggas, black
coniyac the x-o, aftermath, death row
treacherous is here, now let’s here it for the west coast
misfit, hostile clique, my n-gga 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 n-gga ras k-ss
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 n-ggas in the booth (ay!)
wolf w-nggg and hussein, nook dog and lc
bo rock and show shock, d-mn i love the lb
siccmade, ec uno, my n-gga qp
n-ggas 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, d-mn 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 n-ggas rip it
ya heard?
off the head, my freestyle flow
just a couple of motherf-ckers 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 n-gga lame
see i ain’t the n-gga trying to get some p-ssy with his chain
hollywood–ss n-gga trying to drop names
my n-ggas is real, they taught me that boss game
i could change your life, baby if you roll the dice
my n-gga, pimpin’ leprechaun he gave me some cold advice
“what do you tell a b-tch 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 b-tch 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]

- crooked i

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