Crooked I - International Players Anthem lyrics

Two Glocks in my back pockets
Got me rocking square pants
L7 niggas two-stepping
Who wanna square dance
When I'm on Patron
You won't even have a fair chance
Feeling like I could lift up my
Whole hood with my bare hands
Who would dare glance?
I'll have your family holding hands
In a prayer stance
I'm having rare plans
To whoop you like your granny
Working with a bare branch
Barely see you standing over there
Ya'll some mere ants
I made a half a ticket
Flipping purple haired plants
Don't see me? I'm relaxing
Somewhere in France
Then I'm in the hood grimey as I wanna be
House shoes, white tee
Mami right up under me
Funny she asked me how to
Throw up the Eastside
Make your fingers look like the number
3 and quit bugging me
I'm just playing baby mama, you my honey bee
Ass juicier than Sunny Dee, come fuck a G
Been fucking with cheddar
Diamonds more colorful than
Cliff Huxtable's sweater
The clique tuck the berettas
The kid's tougher than leather
Spit slugs at whoever, sick
Rugged and clever
Rich, thugging and better than
All ya'll styling
Give me a penny for the many niggas I semi-ed
And I'm instantly Paul Allen
Naw ya'll wilin'
I smashed enough haters to
Populate a small island
And I'm a hungry dog growling
It's the Crip and Blood state
Duck when my gun shake
Thought I told ya'll
You take five like a lunch break
I treat you like brains and
Call ya'll niggas fuckface
I come from semen that's why I'm a nutcase
Shouts out to Just Blaze
That was good looking homie
Said what you said and now all
The bad bitches looking for me
One of them took off her True
Religions and shook it for me
Husband say "Why the fuck you do
It?" she said "Crooked told me"
Hop in the '63 Eastside with me
I'm similar to Andre, I'm three times a G
The spirit's of BIG, Left E-Y-E
Big L, Pun and Pac reside in me
Shouts out to OG bun B
I know you don't want me beefing
But they beefing with me
I know you don't want me beefing but LBC