Lyrics:
crook a nigga so cool
I been high all day me and the niggas that I'm close to
Up in the glass house blow!
And I'm loving this shit
Mary jane to the brain,
Capone statue my stature a
Stone crook, I'm the type of rapper
That's savage they won't book
Things get out of hand your answer
Is don't look! Don't look,
this aint never land
fuck a hook
release the shackles
lock em up for good
lets lock em up for good
he's the king of the castle
and hes a crook
he's
All I knew was kick push, smoke Kush
Young & dumb, street smart, no books
Grew up round gangsters, real crooks
They just wanted me to make it, get
The road I took lead me straight to you
No longer a crook, you're my true tattoo
I fort and I looked everywhere for you
And now the world is bloody
Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
To the shock inducer gate
Not forgetting the by-pass
Across the Washington hooks
Through the phones and desks and screens
Of the Kremlin's crook of crooks
minutes
You know you could have been an hour
The way you stole my heart
You know you could have been a crook
And baby your so smart
You know you could
crooks and thieves
You don't see the forest for the trees
Head and heart on our knees
You can't see what we all see
How do you sleep when the world
minutes
You know you could have been an hour
The way you stole my heart
You know you could have been a crook
And baby your so smart
You know you could
hugging the block, cops is booking 'em
Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em
Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em
take a swagger
Ice cold Jägermeister, take a dragon hold
Bo county crook, slide like the Nike swoosh
Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey,
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. won't you?
Join
disagreed
Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears
And when you see a cane, I see a crook (whoa-oh)
And when you see a crowd, I see a flock
'Cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook
And there's one thing
nigga, she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga, we get it from cook nigga
Hit her with that crook nigga, fuckin' witj crooks nigga
Know
how'd I slip into that toy
Is it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing
The man, the music that making a king
I'm simply building my Ming
A million men
the crippled and the crooks
They need me more than the TV ever could
I caught a baseball game this afternoon
Where the umpire gave the other team the winning
forever
Me, I know every trick in the book
Every trick by hook or by crook
I go on, I go on, I go on, I go on
I get too involved
Have done forever
light's off
You'll get robbed where I live
Crooks and robbers, villains and mobster
The nights got nothing to give
Whats gone wrong, when? Late at night
Here's my black dog and my sheep crook
I will give them to you
Here's my bag and my budget
I will bid them adieu
Here's my black dog and my sheep
(wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
been an hour
The way you stole my heart
You know, you could have been a cool crook
And baby, you're so smart (baby you're so smart)
You know,
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