Crooked I - LA Leakers lyrics

You out there?
You are now tuned in
The lends zoomed in
The camera's recording
My Concorde Jordan's
Move from the shoes to the
True's to the Gucci belt
Be sure
That it moved to the dude

Who the face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
Yeah
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
Yeah
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
LA leakers
Just incredible
Sour milk

Let me show you how I'm built
I started off in bad meets
Evil on loud noises
Then I hit the BT cypher
Had to show the world
How wild southern cowboys do is
Had to give rappers of the underground voices
Then we dropped
Then I had to murder the
Remix with Yelawolf and TI
Slaughter house is hot as hell
You're on that same old
But I'm like say more
Before enormous
Guess what I'm trying to say is
That I'm still on the streets with it
Walking with my Gandhi gun
I'm so at peace with it
Please get it correct
Quick it's a piece with it
Far enough on your turnbuckle
Have you crying uncle
Like you and your niece did it
Show me a nigga who's against the incest
Beats get fucked royally you're really like
Sticking a dick in the princess
Would say I'm pushing weight
Like a nigga who fixing the bench-press
But that shit older than Oprah
Told you I've been
Yeah goes up
You slept on me nigga, dozed off
I get it jumping in this bitch like a
Plus my dog talk like I'm the owner of
Rock Nation cause I'm a cold boss
Liter show
Don't play this for seven days
And watch them say
Shit was all good just a week ago

God of the West Cost
Know the flow nice
When you signing shady aftermath and
Used to be on
Death row
God of the West Cost
Know the flow nice
When you signing shady aftermath and
Used to be on
Death row
God of the West Coast

LA leakers
Just incredible
Sour milk
Shady records
What's up M?
You created a monster
Church
God of the West Coast