Crooked I - I'm A Boss lyrics
[Crooked I - I'm A Boss lyrics]
Niggaz want me to kill 'em
If Crooked I hit ya
With a couple of them shots then
Your hommies gon' die wit ya
They some internet dry snitches
That'll have me stuck in the cell less
Than fine bitches on fly pictures
But If I catch him Where nobody's lookin'
The shawty beam him up like Scotty took him
While his mommy's yellin' somebody book him
Put him under the jail
Your son sleeping with the fish I
Put him under a whale
Well
The streets, they put me under a spell
It was magic like I left LA up right under
I swell
I'm in your hood before you
Choppers can find me
By myself nothing but my
Shadow walking behind me
I'M A SHOOTER! Thats how the
Ghetto drama designed me
Throwing up W's on stage like
I'm PAC in the 90s
I grew up under the poverty line
Robbery crime
Better be everywhere the gwap would
Be that philosophy's mine
Yeah I'm married to the
Streets it's monogamy time
My visions coming true for wishing
Unless the prophecy's lyin'
I'm moving quiet a summer breeze
I ain't talking six figures when I say I
Got a hundred K's and a hundred G's
(ssuutt suutt)
They ride for me motherfucker please
Take your oxygen as if
Niggaz was cutting trees
I'm overseas COB they religion
They get the tattoo
Thats what the realist rap do
Its biblical cover does in lamb
Blood when we pass through
The thug gospel I'm that dude
I'm A Boss house tucked in 'em hills
You did it with wack shit man
I done it with skills
Mrs Gates Mrs Cosby we in
Love with them bills
Call it Jae call it Meek
They I'm fucking with Mills
(Talk to 'em)
You never seen me in your TV screen
But I bet the block hear the
Engine when the GT scream
Giving niggaz the blues like when BB sing
With word play like his last
Name meet thee king
(hello)
Watch the throne I should've ripped otis
Chicks notice I'm the shit
Focused on my grip
So they slip into hypnosis
They know your shit bogus
So my dick get dibbs on which
Ever pair of lips closest
I'm high voltage
I'm quite Rogish
I touch you nigga take your power
I'm something like Rogue is
Shady Records whose stunting like those kids?
(huh?)
I'm on my third deal
There's nothing like showbiz
(Yeah)
Smoking mirrors you burried me alive
But I wasn't in that coffin you
Thought u carried me inside
I appearently survived
You should barely be suprised
'cause my character
Was preparing me to rise
And if you thought failure was
The way my story goes
You don't know who you
Fucking with glory hole
Haha hahahahahahahahaha
You don't know who you
Fucking with Glory hole
You niggaz crazy out there
Its COB nigga
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If Crooked I hit ya
With a couple of them shots then
Your hommies gon' die wit ya
They some internet dry snitches
That'll have me stuck in the cell less
Than fine bitches on fly pictures
But If I catch him Where nobody's lookin'
The shawty beam him up like Scotty took him
While his mommy's yellin' somebody book him
Put him under the jail
Your son sleeping with the fish I
Put him under a whale
Well
The streets, they put me under a spell
It was magic like I left LA up right under
I swell
I'm in your hood before you
Choppers can find me
By myself nothing but my
Shadow walking behind me
I'M A SHOOTER! Thats how the
Ghetto drama designed me
Throwing up W's on stage like
I'm PAC in the 90s
I grew up under the poverty line
Robbery crime
Better be everywhere the gwap would
Be that philosophy's mine
Yeah I'm married to the
Streets it's monogamy time
My visions coming true for wishing
Unless the prophecy's lyin'
I'm moving quiet a summer breeze
I ain't talking six figures when I say I
Got a hundred K's and a hundred G's
(ssuutt suutt)
They ride for me motherfucker please
Take your oxygen as if
Niggaz was cutting trees
I'm overseas COB they religion
They get the tattoo
Thats what the realist rap do
Its biblical cover does in lamb
Blood when we pass through
The thug gospel I'm that dude
I'm A Boss house tucked in 'em hills
You did it with wack shit man
I done it with skills
Mrs Gates Mrs Cosby we in
Love with them bills
Call it Jae call it Meek
They I'm fucking with Mills
(Talk to 'em)
You never seen me in your TV screen
But I bet the block hear the
Engine when the GT scream
Giving niggaz the blues like when BB sing
With word play like his last
Name meet thee king
(hello)
Watch the throne I should've ripped otis
Chicks notice I'm the shit
Focused on my grip
So they slip into hypnosis
They know your shit bogus
So my dick get dibbs on which
Ever pair of lips closest
I'm high voltage
I'm quite Rogish
I touch you nigga take your power
I'm something like Rogue is
Shady Records whose stunting like those kids?
(huh?)
I'm on my third deal
There's nothing like showbiz
(Yeah)
Smoking mirrors you burried me alive
But I wasn't in that coffin you
Thought u carried me inside
I appearently survived
You should barely be suprised
'cause my character
Was preparing me to rise
And if you thought failure was
The way my story goes
You don't know who you
Fucking with glory hole
Haha hahahahahahahahaha
You don't know who you
Fucking with Glory hole
You niggaz crazy out there
Its COB nigga
PlanetCOBcom
COBworldordercom
PlanetCOB vol2 right now available
Million Dollar Story coming
I'm a shameless plug thug
Ssuutt!