Potluck - Down with the Krown lyrics

We signed to the label cause Ivory and Zinger
We never knew Brad D-Loc or Richter
Respected the hustle cause they made it big
But they treated the people
Around em like shit

Pak and Richter were cool
Tax and Lou they came around too
But everyone else is as fake as their props
Your suing the label because ya fell off
And just to be honest the music is garbage
Your lucky to have a career
Nobody's checking for Kottonmouth
Kings but look
The mighty Dirtball has appeared
He came to save the day
Bringing em back with a magic verse
But he joined the band and ruined it all
Just when you think it can’t get any worse

The truth hurts on top of that
You guys are fucking racist
Writing about slave owners on Facebook
Thats how people get slapped tasteless
Your lucky I’m hippy dude
Cause that was some fucked up shit to do
Thinking we started the beef with the video
No thats not even close to true

Tried to get along for years
All they did was disrespect
Talk shit behind our back
Fucked up our biz they saw us as a threat
Hating cause your insecure
And your record sales are dropping
While the fat lady sings
I’m hammering nails in your coffin

I don't video blog or get
Gangsta on the Internet
I just write a song and make
U bitches look like idiots
I rap it how I live it
Something you ain't neva seen before
I'm reppin that real shit
U Chris Rock in CB4
How u call us posers when you a phony smoker?
On the road for 3 months and
Not once hit the Dosia
You forgot I know ya learned
To smoke from a cop
Your old ass is 49 pretending to smoke pot

Ya plants is all plastic an
They matching with ya image
Ya Hippycrit bastard ya rap
Career is finished you must be delirious ya
Really got some nerves
Ya side kicks Hillarious a Loc from the burbs

His rap is so horrendous that
He's always scared to flow
He turned down tommy lee he's
Missing out on hella dough
Pacin back and forth, scared to bust a rap
He knows his flows is trash
And everybody thinks he's wack

Ya engineer deserves a raise for
All the cut and paste
And why was Richter always rappin
Lyrics you forgot on stage
Retire, Walk Away u a fraud and a fake
You not a king you a customer
Get the fuck up out my face

I can flow for days about your ho ass ways
And tell the world how u was hatin
But it's time to turn the page
I'll Neva be a slave my fist
Ill fatten up ya lips
U only wish u had the skills to
Write a rap as good as this