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CROOKED I lyrics : "Gangsta Rap"

(feat. Scarface, Treach)

[Verse 1: Scarface]

Now flip with a ^!$$%, as we dip through the Dirty
Four-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty
I only ride for homies, 'cause hoes ain't worthy

Never put a (*##$ before your road doggs, ya heard me?
Plus, we do %#@! other rappers can't feel
Like, hangin' in the same spots we hung out for the deal

For real, the ghetto ain't a pop song, Cutty
The ghetto bodies get up, get out, and get nutty
And fool, do it 'til the death if you have too

Just get the $#&@ up off the cuts, 'fore they grab you
And have you doin' penitentary time
Got these rap cats thinkin', if they %#@! to lift rhymes

If you ain't in the streets, then ^!$$%,
stick to the balance, or get caught up
Tossed up, in this (*##$, like a salad

Dedicated to my ^!$$%s out here stuck in the trap
I deliver it just like I live it, it ain't rap
Trust me


This is really that gangsta boggie [x2]
That gangsta [x4]


[Chorus]
This is for the ballers

Gangsta rap!
What all the hoes love
Gangsta rap!

What you hop your 6-4 to?
Gangsta rap!
You can do what you want to

Gangsta rap!

Yeah, this is for the ballers

Gangsta rap!
What all the hoes love
Gangsta rap!

What you hop your 6-4 to?
Gangsta rap!
You can do what you want to

Gangsta rap!

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

What did you fall in the spot?
You could say that they callin' a cop
I'm robbin' ^!$$%s, whether they ballin' or not

The Steven Segal of the block
Clock you with a pool ball in a sock
Pop you and crawl off in a drop

Dodger hatted-up
I'm fly as a shot when it hovers
A mix between Morpheous and Matrix

In rocket in colors
Tell me, can I...
Rip 'em up? This a jack

Keep them hands high
Stick 'em up
No Metropolis, stoppin' this apocalypse

You couldn't see this novelist
With positive and optimistic results from an optometrist
G %#@!, that we dreeze, ah!

I'm in that L... B... C... G
And we's, domes like two head soldiers
I'm ghetto enough to go platinum on bootleg versions, uh-huh!

Strapped, jumpin' outta the caravan
Kids turn the channel, now I'm finna smoke the camera man


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Treach]

I got a question, what's the question?
"What is gangsta rap?"
Is it gangsta ^!$$%s that's rappin'?

Or rappin' ^!$$%s that act?
I'll tell you what, gangsta rap ain't even force
It ain't bangin' on wax
With dirty backs
Gettin' slapped at The Source

Hmmph, comin' in with your toes pointed out
Runnin' quicker than the (*##$es and the hoes runnin' out
Don't be #~!!@ and shoot my kids
The set trip, next %#@!
And I'll make it out, to be East & West %#@!

I took a ???, then bless it
Manhandle the message
Double my records, Death Row the best %#@!
Built in L.A.!
You lay, then pay

Still ??? in ???
You're laid out the same day

This is really that gangsta boggie [x2]
That gangsta (4 times)


[Chorus x2]

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