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CROOKED I lyrics : "It's More Than Music"

Ahhaahhaaaaa
Whoa
Yeah Crooked

Lalalalala What Up?
It's you boy, yeah
Rollercoaster rims I see you

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Where we at on this one?
Hold On...


Yeah, Crooked got ears like DJ Premier's
He came in here just to replace the queers

My heat waves for fear
My clique is so deep
We roll out cause traffic on the freeway for years

If we changing gears, getting' ghost on suckas
Paint a picture for the bread, draw toast on $#&@as
Most won't touch us, both coasts love us

Me and my south ^!$$%z cause grown folk ruckus
Man, mo$#&@ 'em all
With this big glock

You can see a trick shot as if you was in Rocker Park
I'm a thug in the heart
Drama on my momma, ^!$$%z love when it start

Damn slugs in the spar
Just do your dog with a chopper after gasoline vodka
The condition we leave you in is gonna puzzle the doctors

My hustle is proper, I'm trouble for coppers
The slug will drop ya quick, for tryin' to $#&@ with a mobsta
These ^!$$%z can't squad but thank god

I keep a 38 ride, that'll blow you to cape ?
It ain't odd that my money bank wire look like I done a bank job
With my sunny state squad

Crooked move out in convertible impalas
Pistols under the Pistons reversible Ben Wallace
No bull%#@!tin' my purpose is big wallets

Sippin' purpose herb cause it's perfect with hypnotic

I told you ^!$$%z I was coming for your $$#, and I'm here now

Watch out a real ^!$$% do %#@!, I got my own Record Label and them suckas is
in fear now, It's more than music

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