Lyrics:
KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California
My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
you just leave me alone
You're dead to me
You dead in my heart but you still in my mind think about you when I'm passing the time
Don't waste our time
to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boof, Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
you get involved!)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(Politics, politics..)
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
(Politics, politics..)
Leave me
that kinky-headed boy you can still call Mr. Clean
The flow's spotless, you just some red wine on white carpet
It's okay though, double F4, hittin' all
the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone
Long Beach City I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means I rule
my fucking phone
Everything is ok I'm just trying to get lost
Waves break on the beach and I'm all alone
I don't know my lyrics so I'm going home
the bassline, feel the groove
The beat, the bass and the lyrics are fine
Get on the floor you've got no time
Party people I'll give you a chance
Wave up your
What ?)
Just leave me alone
I'm in the studio I'm in my Zone
Stop Calling My Phone (Ooou Aye Yeah)
I'm Hot like Sauce Louisiana (Damn)
I'm from the Dirty
aroused my style
Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
ghost boy
[Repeat Pre-Chorus]
I know your lyrics and at your feelings sound like
Hieroglyphics mixed with whispers of your
Don't forget I'm the one who
and my pro-tection
Any sucker MC must run come
Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man
Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone
1990 lyrics 'pon
at you
Hit the blunt once, that's a lie
I hit it two
Everything I do
I have the right to
Lyrics I write too
Fucked you're bitch, you ain't have a clue
Boy
I'll make sure we that meet
She say boy without it you know I can't sleep
Can't wait to get you back up in them sheets
Mean back out to the beach
I mean
and drop your mothafuckin' drawls
Trick, you don't like what I just said?
Yeah, you simple minded bitches can get a boy's head
Fuck you, choose the right
doing these dishes
Then I gotta lay down all these lyrics
Pick an outfit
Then I dismiss
Hit the road and get stuck in the traffic
But I promise I'll shoot
alone
Cause I done seen some shit that I never ever told
You ain’t rapping what you live boy, you a get exposed
Want a mansion as a crib boy, we got
matter
cll these boys dey no get moni ma pockets fatter
E b cabbi u dey search? ch we go fit charter
I go treat u good I no go leff u 4 gutter
Oh!
Long beach
Long beach
So many ways you competing with me
Wanting some space been amusing to me
Knowing my place been confusing for me
Seeing your
style
And this concludes our program
Of how N.W.A. makes a ruthless jam
Now first we take an average drum
Give it to Dre, and the boy gets
Dumb
It's no
Liquor in my system my body feeling so crazy beach boy
I'm so wavy that tota i be craving yup i go lots of places
Yup i see lots of faces yup i
to the Beach boy
Black man from Indian to chief Boy
Dont get bitter like hot tea When it steeps boy
What
It's a Genesis a new beginning With a twist and he's
boys will stop and stare
At my best friend who decided to take me
Who has long pretty blonde hair
And eyes as blue as the ocean
I mean don't get me wrong
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