KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Long Beach Blvd lyrics

We gon' see don't come around here tripping
You won't leave
Everybody tellin' these niggas the police
Them guns coming out every
Summer that's on me
We light this bitch on fire when
They let us in the do'
We pull up to the stage and
Order bodies to go
We pull up to your party and
Order bodies to go
You pull up to our city we
Order bodies to go
I see rappers running high
I see rappers running low
Cause we slide where we from wе
Order bodies to go
You know the sidе that we from we
Order bodies to go
With these rhymes and these drums we
Order bodies to go

Rapper talk to me crazy
Put his head on his side
Then I rob him like it's gravy
Get my bread on the side
If niggas did me shady
This'll shred 'em inside
Then I hop in your Mercedes
Leave you dead on your live
My homies'll strip you naked
Why am I so flagrant?
Imagine being a teenager
Thinking you'll never make it
To see your twenty first birthday cake
And you'll never taste it
Your fate is to be erased
You was wasted by someone basic
Replace it with another destiny
Rapping just to escape it
Even if it means I'm shankin' my
Favorite rapper in his jugular vein
Painting his clothes red as his
Blood wasted in the bucket
He was shaking and dying
Sacrificing the goat is sacred
I made it to Death Row
Load the bullets again
Writing these prize winning bars
That's a Pulitzer-pen
Other rappers wanted to sign
I looked at Suge with a grin he said
You want record deal? Battle Crooked and win!
I caught a body

We gon' see don't come around here tripping
You won't leave
Everybody tellin' these niggas the police
Them guns coming out every
Summer that's on me
We light this bitch on fire when
They let us in the door
We pull up to the stage and
Order bodies to go
We pull up to your party and
Order bodies to go
You pull up to our city we
Order bodies to go
I see rappers running high
I see rappers running low
Cause we slide where we from we
Order bodies to go
You know the side that we from we
Order bodies to go
With these rhymes and these drums we
Order bodies to go

I pull up like a dealer
Spitting Frank Lucas blue magic
First hit you high as the top floor
You a new addict
Dudes acting like Hugh Jackman
I keep a huge ratchet
Clapping ever since fools was
Trappin' in joop jackets, you maggots
Salty as a ramen noodle soup packet
Cause me and my crew cracking
And I got the city behind me
Like we on Long Beach Boulevard
And you pointing the camera at
Me while you move backwards
Lights, camera, action mothafucka
Better put your necklace up
Trying to film the robberies it's
Gon' get the directors cut
In less than a second I'm
Reckless nigga press your luck
Two chains on me when I pull them weapons up
If the fans watching I'ma be fresh as fuck
Lately I've been driven mad
Nobody writing bars bloody as
Me period unless you got a pen and pad
I be on some shit fucking
Pregnant bitches in Trinidad
Nuttin' on little niggas swimming
In women's placenta bag
Damn, I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy
Fuck, I'm going crazy, cuckoo, crazy
The city got me rapping 'bout crazy shit
Went to a therapist, found out
She a crazy bitch, on me

We gon' see don't come around here tripping
You won't leave
Everybody tellin' these niggas the police
Them guns coming out every
Summer that's on me
We light this bitch on fire whenever
They let us in the door
We pull up to the stage and
Order bodies to go
We pull up to your party and
Order bodies to go
You pull up to our city we
Order bodies to go
I see rappers running high I
See rappers running low
Cause we slide where we from we
Order bodies to go
You know the side that we from we
Order bodies to go
With these rhymes and these drums we
Order bodies to go