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ya really don't - crooked i lyrics

wooo wooo
ya really don’t
ya really don’t wanna f*ck with us
ya really don’t
yeah
ya really don’t
say high to the bad guy, dysfunktional family, lets go
ya really don’t wanna f*ck with us and thats whats up
we keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
ya really don’t
nah n*gga
want to clash with us
ya really don’t
want to f*ck around
want our gats to bust
ya really don’t wanna f*ck with us and thats whats up
we keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
bang bang n*gga
ya really don’t
want to mash with us
ya really don’t
want our gats to bust

[verse 1: crooked i]
to all my gangstas, grab your straps off the shelf
n*ggas is murderin in them streets please protect ya self
listen
these n*ggas out here talkin about me everyday
but if they come at me i’m a have to blow them n*ggas away blaow!
tuck in you gat n*gga you ain’t thuggin
you nothing but rats
stuck in the trap
n*gga, run up, get a slug in your back
k!llin’ you n*ggas over oil like president bush
that sherm oil, jacked the sh*t, hit the ghetto and pushed
1*2*3
f*ck with us and you’ll be r*i*p
so if you dont want you heart beat to stop
then walk away before my gun pop
leave me alone
pack chrome, gat long
that known cat gone
leave a n*ggas back blown
soon as he act grown
n*gga my gat crack bones
cats won’t last long
singing your last song
a n*gga won’t even make it back home
[chorus]
ya really don’t wanna f*ck with us and that’s whats up
we keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
ya really don’t
wanna clash with us
ya really don’t
want our gats to bust
ya really don’t wanna f*ck with us and thats whats up
we keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
bang bang n*gga
ya really don’t
want to mash with us
ya really don’t
want our gats to bust

[verse 2: crooked i]
up against the west coast n*gga
that squeeze the most triggers
and f*ck the most b*tches
and touched the most riches
the 4’s are on switches
the benz’s so vicious
we stay ghetto for life, my n*gga
crooked ain’t real? you confusin’ me, my n*gga
how you double cross me, you used to be my n*gga
n*ggas cry rivers, soon as we fly triggers
five hit you, thats how lead poison travel inside livers
tie you to a bumper, drag you by your adam’s apple
and laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel
so why’d you wanna f*ck with me
i keep a ak, a p90 and desert e
i pop up quickly where you’d never thought i’d be
from outta nowhere, give your coogi sweater, three
mahf*cka
see you n*ggas really don’t understand what we doin’ at death row
we trying to organize them gangsta hits to flood the industry with
and if you with that sh*t then cop everything with the death row logo on it
darren vegas
crooked i
wooo
yeah
close the door on his ass

- crooked i lyrics

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