Crooked I - I'm Throwed lyrics
[Crooked I - I'm Throwed lyrics]
Yeah, it's different ways to rock
This motherfucking mic man
You got your regular rhyme schemes
You got your off-beat flow
Your double-time spit
If you don't know how to rap
Each and every fucking way
How you calling yourself an MC huh?
Yeah, Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, COB
(COB nigga)
Treacherous Records is in
The motherfucking house
We doing this one early, you know why? (Why?)
Motherfuck D, motherfuck M
Only X I know is triple X fo' sho
My white T is Pro Club
And it's hanging extra low
Disrespecting the west
The Smith and Wesson check the ho
Pookie from New Jack
Smoking them Chris Rocks
Bullets in your mouth
Now that's how you lick shots
To the tick tock big rocks
In my Slick Rick watch
Sick drops, nigga this is hip hop bitch
That's right
You don't like what we rap about
Keep wrapping your mouth around
Your crack pipe
(haha)
Put your lips on them pussy lips
I beat up last night
Since his ass in the dark
Fuck him with a flashlight
Motherfuck D, motherfuck M
Only X I know is Malcolm X and O
Yes, Professor X, Sadat X and XPAND but
DMX a ho, nuff of that crack head
With that said
I'm looking for the spineless
For Ruckers' finest I'm
Yelling motherfuck Imus
You know what his crime is
Same as Michael Richards
And I'm looking for them timers cause
Crooked's about to get ya
I'm taking it to them Death Certificate days
Dodger hat, Rhyme Syndicate shades
King Tee dookie rope
Where I'm from young niggas get paid
Drinking liquor just to piss on your grave
West coast nigga
Back it up whenever God's gift spit it
If you want it you can get it
I'm so Todd Smith with it
I hop, skip, pivot, you not shit
You pop shit
My Glocks spit shots quicker
Than clocks tick minutes
Don't want it, don't start it
Chrome pistol won't target
Won't miss you, go on spark it
Tearing through bones and cartilage
Putting niggas on glow in the dark shit
A ghost floating over they own carcass
Fuck I goes hard bitch
Eastside Long Beach 'til I fucking croak
No joke, aye Wolf Wanggg what up loc
This is C, this is R, this is double O-K
This is E-D
You niggas ain't fucking with me
Hey you
You with the glass dick in your mouth
If I ever ever ever EVER catch
You disrespecting the West again
We gone slap the monkey-shit
Out your punk ass
COB niggacrackhead
You can't even say "crack the motherfucking
Window" around this fucking junkie
Niggas say crack the door and he
Start looking on the floor
And fuck Imus too
This motherfucking mic man
You got your regular rhyme schemes
You got your off-beat flow
Your double-time spit
If you don't know how to rap
Each and every fucking way
How you calling yourself an MC huh?
Yeah, Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, COB
(COB nigga)
Treacherous Records is in
The motherfucking house
We doing this one early, you know why? (Why?)
Motherfuck D, motherfuck M
Only X I know is triple X fo' sho
My white T is Pro Club
And it's hanging extra low
Disrespecting the west
The Smith and Wesson check the ho
Pookie from New Jack
Smoking them Chris Rocks
Bullets in your mouth
Now that's how you lick shots
To the tick tock big rocks
In my Slick Rick watch
Sick drops, nigga this is hip hop bitch
That's right
You don't like what we rap about
Keep wrapping your mouth around
Your crack pipe
(haha)
Put your lips on them pussy lips
I beat up last night
Since his ass in the dark
Fuck him with a flashlight
Motherfuck D, motherfuck M
Only X I know is Malcolm X and O
Yes, Professor X, Sadat X and XPAND but
DMX a ho, nuff of that crack head
With that said
I'm looking for the spineless
For Ruckers' finest I'm
Yelling motherfuck Imus
You know what his crime is
Same as Michael Richards
And I'm looking for them timers cause
Crooked's about to get ya
I'm taking it to them Death Certificate days
Dodger hat, Rhyme Syndicate shades
King Tee dookie rope
Where I'm from young niggas get paid
Drinking liquor just to piss on your grave
West coast nigga
Back it up whenever God's gift spit it
If you want it you can get it
I'm so Todd Smith with it
I hop, skip, pivot, you not shit
You pop shit
My Glocks spit shots quicker
Than clocks tick minutes
Don't want it, don't start it
Chrome pistol won't target
Won't miss you, go on spark it
Tearing through bones and cartilage
Putting niggas on glow in the dark shit
A ghost floating over they own carcass
Fuck I goes hard bitch
Eastside Long Beach 'til I fucking croak
No joke, aye Wolf Wanggg what up loc
This is C, this is R, this is double O-K
This is E-D
You niggas ain't fucking with me
Hey you
You with the glass dick in your mouth
If I ever ever ever EVER catch
You disrespecting the West again
We gone slap the monkey-shit
Out your punk ass
COB niggacrackhead
You can't even say "crack the motherfucking
Window" around this fucking junkie
Niggas say crack the door and he
Start looking on the floor
And fuck Imus too