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circle gang - crooked i lyrics

[intro: crooked i]
this…
is a world…
premiere
this…
is a world…
premiere
straight boss
straight boss
straight boss
c.o.b

[verse 1: julius luciano]
i write h to the o
r*s*e*s*h to the o
e*gang, we came straight for the doe
super fly appeal
remind you of ron o’neal
avacodo bonneville
yeah
i ride low
switchin’ lanes quicker than orenthal james simpson in that white bronco
yeah, i gotta capture capital
me and my cali cabinet, khaki capitol
the cob is the cabbage counsel
[verse 2: kenny siegal]
yeah, yeah, you see i
ball through with c*i, d*i*c*e and l*u*c*i
d*c*a*p as well to me i’m the green fiend
k*see, nail dudes fiances
see i trust no tom, d*ck and sally
i even keep the tommy when i’m d*ckin’ sally
wanna see more cats liftin arms than in ballys
that’s my squad with rod
we ride thick in cali
yeah

[chorus: crooked i]
when you see us, you lookin’ at paper
handcuff your hoes or the circle gon’ break ya
fresh dodger fitted while i’m sittin’ in my scr*per
mama always told me i’d grow to be a gangsta
so where you at?
strip club, blowin’ a couple of stacks
now where you at?
wit a sl*t gettin’ somethin’ to back
and where you from?
c.o.b., what’s f*ckin’ with that
n*gga, throw the west up like i’m jugglin’ maps
straight boss
[verse 3: dice dinero]
you can catch me, dinero, sunk, sunk in the seat
of a 600 wit chrome deuce*fours on his feet
and my neck is gleamin’
like r*kell, i’m a flirt
so ladies warn ya n*ggas i got that thang under my shirt that’ll murk
i’m 0 to 60 when i’m paper chasin’
it’s 20 to life is what i’m facin’ if i get caught
i got the colombian education
i’m a boss reppin’ the c.o.b
from the horseshoe g*a*n*g
i’m a gangsta

[verse 4: demetrius capone]
we poppin’ and we hot
rock wit the c dot, o dot, b dot
pop when we see cops
my glocks mini me
choppin’ enemies
at any proximity
so the minute we drop in this biatch
we got them heaters
we heated whenever
then immediately fleein’ the scene with 3 vida guerra’s
d*mn, he cold with the verbals
go get your tattoos and sell your soul to the circle
[chorus: crooked i]
when you see us, you lookin’ at paper
handcuff your hoes or the circle gon’ break ya
fresh dodger fitted while i’m sittin’ in my scr*per
mama always told me i’d grow to be a gangsta
so where you at?
strip club, blowin’ a couple of stacks
now where you at?
wit a sl*t gettin’ somethin’ to back
and where you from?
c.o.b., what’s f*ckin’ with that
n*gga, throw the west up like i’m jugglin’ maps
straight boss

[verse 5: crooked i]
c.o.b. and me
we walk in to the club
we top celebrity
new glocks and h*lla cheese
them cops won’t let us be
them c*cksucka’s might stop you but never me
steadily takin’ markets over, one at a time
drop 7 songs a day ’cause it’s nothin’ to rhyme
underdog like doggystyle, i come from behind
s*x metaphors are cool but i’m in love with my nine
murder, mane (pow, pow)
circle gang
you nerds won’t murk a thang
i put pain in a person when i’m lurkin’ with perfect aim
perfect stranger to danger
i know not a pit fall
a gangsta
i know i’m the sh*t, y’all
big b*lls
only time i see death around the corner
is when your dead body’s gettin’ left around the corner
you better smell my persona
my cologne
my aroma
nothin’ less than the best of california

[chorus: crooked i]
when you see us, you lookin’ at paper (yeah)
handcuff your hoes or the circle gon’ break ya (yeah)
fresh dodger fitted while i’m sittin’ in my scr*per (yeah)
mama always told me i’d grow to be a gangsta
so where you at?
strip club, blowin’ a couple of stacks
now where you at?
wit a sl*t gettin’ somethin’ to back
and where you from?
c.o.b., what’s f*ckin’ with that
n*gga, throw the west up like i’m jugglin’ maps
straight boss

[outro]
throw the west up
like we jugglin’ maps
straight boss
hahahaha
c…
o…
b…
circle
gang

- crooked i lyrics

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