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lirik lagu circle gang anthem – crooked i

i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of ghettomerica
a… f-ck these haterz n-gg-
b-tch -ss n-gg-s
ya’ know what i’m sayin’ n-gg-s
c.o.b. or nuthin n-gg- (c.o.b.)
ya’ naw mean n-gg-
f-ck you n-gg-
cash over b-tches
controlling our block

hey [x5]
circle gang c.o.b. (hey) [x4]

i keep tellin em that i’m the boss of the west
they want to crown me’s big king of the coast
flow meaner than most
i speed by you like i’m dale earnhardt sr.
eager to boast middle finger
no genius is closer, i’m deeper
i feel your pain put your hands against da speaker
then i’m going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
f-ck a whole song i give a d-mn if it’s a feature
lyrics lifting these spirits high as cannabis sativa
haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
them cannons will blam your face you’ll be handsome as a creature (c’mon)
n-gg-s lettin’ evil thoughts travel in the ether
they’ll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c’mon)
an east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
do not grab your weapons i deep fry ’em
reach and squeeze fire, please believe that i pop mac 11’s

i used to paint pictures with my sixteens
now i spit plasma big screens
look at the vivid scenes
detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
that’s why they rep c.o.b. from here to da phillipines (sucka)
bandanas up report to your sargeant
slicin’ n-gg-s like a hot knife through da margarine
you got a party let us march in
hey tiko, we don’t even need ello chico? to barge in

[chorus: kobe]
now, now, now tell me where your motherf-ckin chief at
i got my man on my hip where the beef at
my n-gg-s we on the grind check the g stacks
smokin’ with da seats back, high as a motherf-cka’ (hey)
now, now, now real n-gg-s still do what they wanna do (hey)
in the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
c.o.b. lil’ n-gg- you don’t want it foo
the new west coming through
lil’ n-gg-s what you gone do

i see these n-gg-s claimin’ long beach
then they step they foot in the city
in my city crooked is biggie
they love me cause they know i put bullets in cities
talk sh-t when i’m full of da henny
and i’ll pull it on any
‘specially the funny sort
this is a money sport
i’m funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
i’m coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
wake up in bed up next to a head of a bl–dy horse
gangsta sh-t my n-gg-s ’bout da bizness
they try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
every witness around were straight scared sh-tless
fear froze if i do it then bounce with da quickness
real talk the life of a young boss
run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
knocked ’em off his feet leave them leakin’ the punks off
one false move in the beat that’s how people become lost
c.o.b. or nuttin’ go get your tattoo
put it on yo flag too
music you could sag to
sack a dub bag to
load a chrome mag to
slap a hatin’ -ss f-g too
yeah that too
so when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
c.o.b. dats me yeah dat’s you
haters i need a reason to kill you
in your sleep that’ll make my dreams come true

[chorus:]
circle gang, c.o.b. [x5]
treacherous records n-gg-s

- crooked i

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