Joell Ortiz, KXNG Crooked - Housing Authority lyrics
[Joell Ortiz, KXNG Crooked - Housing Authority lyrics]
Housing authority, rap district
Gotta put the family in it first
I'm 'bout to be the first nigga to ever win
A Grammy with a verse red carpet my bitch
She got the fatty in a skirt
For daddy she put the jammie in her purse
Yeah
This Long Beach where we still wearing Kobes
And if you bang you got a claim
Wheelchair emoji
You baby boys are still scared of Jody
Approach me
I'ma smoke you like a ill pair of
Stogies that's still air your? Brody
Beats are bricks so I'ma cook a few
Only fuck with gorillas like hookers
In the Brooklyn Zoo bulletproof flow
You don't spit it how Crooked do
Like telescopes
That's something that you should look into
That's a mini flex, my bitch
She give me neck
Then give me retro pennies mixed
With her stimmy check
And for your gang signs
I keep me a strange nine
And a Smith & Wesson, remember in Virginia
That's too many texts
You ain't happy that this rapper made it
I grew up so aggravated
My shack was dilapidated
I signed like a affidavit
Cut the roof off the Caddy
The 'Lac was decapitated
To racks I was acclimated
And um, you ain't have to hate it
(Nah) , but you did though
I was a upset owl, I was piss poor
Now I hop the 6-4, no tent, fish bowl
Bitches do the split disco on my dick though
On and on, y'all talking about your chrome
But, I keep a big Glock
It's too heavy to clutch
Feel like it's big as Noah's Ark
I call it Rosa Parks
'Cause it sit's in the front seat
And it's ready to crush
So am I, hold 'em high, this a stick up
Bitches like a hangman picture
Know the vibes J-O-E double-O-R T-IZ
Purposely left the L out
'Cause, I never get none of
Those when I rhyme
I'm never not in my prime
I'm fine wine from 1929
Maybe that's why my mind
Designs prohibited lines
No picking sides when it's
Protest your mental fortitude
No vest protects from
This grotesque inaugural
Welcome to the home of the yaowa
Molten lava showers whoever's approaching
Like how the fuck can you both
Get outta the way of a floating
Tower of ash near Okinawa
I'm roasting flounder on Skull
Island while growing sour
My smoke is louder than hoes moaning
I toast to those
With the potent flowers who never
Spoke on our encounters
On hotel sofas and counters for
Countless hours of fun
But please, stay outta my DM, y'all
I found the one i'm raising hell and then
Drop through Hell's Kitchen
Blasting Hellrazor from Pac not caring
Who the hell listen
My momma raised a hell raiser
Stress getting major
Lord be my savior 'cause hell's itching
For me to make a mistake
But I'm placing my faith in you
While I'm raising this eight
Aiming at Satan's face down on both knees
Praying you keep me in check
It’s hard to keep my knee on this
Field with they knee on our neck
I'm a product of housing authority, poverty
Hommies and daily robberies
Obviously bothered me as a child, mommy
Playing lottery, constantly, honestly
Hoping she'll hit our way out the
Projects 'cause the 90s was wild
I grew up in that and I
Parked till a sucker clapped
And I'm running but not before
I pick up my thundercats
I ain't lying though I
Ain't have bullets flying
Yo I ain't know if I was gon'
Make it out but I was trying, though
Gotta put the family in it first
I'm 'bout to be the first nigga to ever win
A Grammy with a verse red carpet my bitch
She got the fatty in a skirt
For daddy she put the jammie in her purse
Yeah
This Long Beach where we still wearing Kobes
And if you bang you got a claim
Wheelchair emoji
You baby boys are still scared of Jody
Approach me
I'ma smoke you like a ill pair of
Stogies that's still air your? Brody
Beats are bricks so I'ma cook a few
Only fuck with gorillas like hookers
In the Brooklyn Zoo bulletproof flow
You don't spit it how Crooked do
Like telescopes
That's something that you should look into
That's a mini flex, my bitch
She give me neck
Then give me retro pennies mixed
With her stimmy check
And for your gang signs
I keep me a strange nine
And a Smith & Wesson, remember in Virginia
That's too many texts
You ain't happy that this rapper made it
I grew up so aggravated
My shack was dilapidated
I signed like a affidavit
Cut the roof off the Caddy
The 'Lac was decapitated
To racks I was acclimated
And um, you ain't have to hate it
(Nah) , but you did though
I was a upset owl, I was piss poor
Now I hop the 6-4, no tent, fish bowl
Bitches do the split disco on my dick though
On and on, y'all talking about your chrome
But, I keep a big Glock
It's too heavy to clutch
Feel like it's big as Noah's Ark
I call it Rosa Parks
'Cause it sit's in the front seat
And it's ready to crush
So am I, hold 'em high, this a stick up
Bitches like a hangman picture
Know the vibes J-O-E double-O-R T-IZ
Purposely left the L out
'Cause, I never get none of
Those when I rhyme
I'm never not in my prime
I'm fine wine from 1929
Maybe that's why my mind
Designs prohibited lines
No picking sides when it's
Protest your mental fortitude
No vest protects from
This grotesque inaugural
Welcome to the home of the yaowa
Molten lava showers whoever's approaching
Like how the fuck can you both
Get outta the way of a floating
Tower of ash near Okinawa
I'm roasting flounder on Skull
Island while growing sour
My smoke is louder than hoes moaning
I toast to those
With the potent flowers who never
Spoke on our encounters
On hotel sofas and counters for
Countless hours of fun
But please, stay outta my DM, y'all
I found the one i'm raising hell and then
Drop through Hell's Kitchen
Blasting Hellrazor from Pac not caring
Who the hell listen
My momma raised a hell raiser
Stress getting major
Lord be my savior 'cause hell's itching
For me to make a mistake
But I'm placing my faith in you
While I'm raising this eight
Aiming at Satan's face down on both knees
Praying you keep me in check
It’s hard to keep my knee on this
Field with they knee on our neck
I'm a product of housing authority, poverty
Hommies and daily robberies
Obviously bothered me as a child, mommy
Playing lottery, constantly, honestly
Hoping she'll hit our way out the
Projects 'cause the 90s was wild
I grew up in that and I
Parked till a sucker clapped
And I'm running but not before
I pick up my thundercats
I ain't lying though I
Ain't have bullets flying
Yo I ain't know if I was gon'
Make it out but I was trying, though