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CROOKED I lyrics : "I Thought U Knew"

(feat. Eastwood, Eddie Griffin)

[Intro: Crooked & E.G.]

Hell motha$#&@in yeah!
E.G.
I bet you didnt know

I thought you knew
Yeah I bet you didnt know
Yeah, Tell 'em though

What You Thought you knew about me?

[Verse 1: Crooked I]

^!$$%z think they know me, see me in traffic
Yeah I'm Mr. Rapper,
But I'm Mr. Jacker, Mr. Youngpistolpacker

One shot should lack ya
Frag to your physical and crack ya
I shoot faster than a Toronto Raptor

And please dont judge me from the ra-di-o
Try to play me like I'm CBS, I'm HBO
I'm crazy yo, Rated R with the crazy flow

I hear the same %#@! every place he go
?Man Crooked only rap about money,
only rap about guns, only rap about !@#%s?

wrap your mouth around some nuts
We from Tha Row we dont say our %#@! clean
So $#&@ you A&R's, we carry AR-15's

You gotta reach the pages thats beneath the covers
I got a foul mouth but I respect peoples mothers
And I dont need yo punk $$# police to judge us

All we need is for the streets to love us
But I bet you didnt know


[Hook:]
What, What, What, What, What, What, What
Thought they knew about me

What, What, What, What, What, What, What
Thought they knew about me


[Verse 2: Eastwood]
Me and my life, through these wicked streets
The hard times made a ^!$$% clock his G's

From Cali to Overseas
I'm a beast, the beat chopper
East, the heat luncher

with an intellect my frame to @@#! and let it pop ya
Can't stop the unstopable
Competition impossible

I'm leavin you weanie ^!$$%z flatline in the hospital
Situation critical, that he say, she say
Or get that $$# done in an alley we say

I'm a Boss Baller, On Tha Row, A Shot Caller
E.G., Crooked I and the Wood, we slick talkers
Uncle Curtis got some bad hoes

And Uncle Bucky got some bad dope,
let's put it in a mix and smoke
The E-A-S-T-W-O-O-D

So why they hate me, it's crazy
Cause I came from a dysfunctional family
My life deserves a grammy

Coward ^!$$%z kick rocks
for taht $$# get popped
stomped out and dropped

So what you thought ^!$$%?

[Hook 2:]

But you really don't
You really don't know about me (Oh yeah, yeah)
But you really don't

You really don't know about me

[Verse 3: E.G.]

You thought you knew, what you knew
But you dont know me homie
You thought you seen, what you saw

But you can't see me homie
The Fed's watchin my words
Cause they dont like what they heard
A black man with some knowledge
But they got nothin on me

I dropped the sack a long time ago
And pit up the mic
So got some game from uncle Bucky,
And now I'm tight
On the streets to the stage

you dont know about me
I did the same pimp game
And now I'm readin bout it
From the streets of KC to the CPT
Shook up the hood and hollywood

and now I'm on TV
You can't see a ^!$$% like E.G.
I'm here to set your (*##$ $$#es free
Here till i got it deep
Get On your knees and say please, please, please

Like James Brown
Even stanks in your motha$#&@in draws
Gone with jiggle on my balls
And walk heads down the hall

[Hook:]

What, What, What, What, What, What, What
Thought they knew about me
What, What, What, What, What, What, What
Thought they knew about me

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