Suge's West Coast-Crooked I

Huh, representing the West, check it out Alright relax your mind, blow a blunt be free You now tuned in to the sound of the new Row Gs You claim you know us, (you know us), plus you think you can rap Well you're tired, (you're tired), so go take a nap Yeah you know the East, I get funky with lines Mic check 1, 2, and spit it out my mind The E.A.S. T. is the name I spell from videos to my shows, yes I rock well Slow your roll boy, your team ain't stronger than mine Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines You can't stand mines? Well stay the f**k out my circle, before I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing And ambush your team, mini machines that take off your spleen If you ain't ready, I thought I told ya'll before, the Row roll heavy Sharp like machetes, counting confettis, dipping the chevy Watch my motherf**king d's out up and down your city It's so pretty, D.A.S.T to the L.A.C. and I'm representing with Suge, This M.O.B. So mob with me I keep my weed and heat under the seat like, "F**k what you saying to me" I'm hollyhood on you Hollywood niggas, what's up? Meet a nigga in the street and we can lock head up You can't get over the (bark) [x7] She went which'a way? Now put your bitch away [Crooked I:] Crooked f**k in the West, But he cuts in the South If there's sluts in the house, stick nuts in your mouth Drink, what's it about? Keep punk niggas out (beat it!) Six slumped on the couch, get humped then I'm out I'm an ogre with mine, so vulgar at times If ugly hoe were a dime, I'd f**k both of you combined One hoe told me, "Crooked open your mind," Cause I like to be choked while I'm stroked from behind Mah, I'll oblige, I don't follow guides, and if I squeeze too hard then I'll apologize She the type who qualifies, man she had a lot of guys Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes So I aimed for her chest I came on her breasts And stained on her flesh, we insane on the West You see I'm a gangsta having fun And I never leave a (beach?) without packing a gun We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance [Kurupt:] Well it's Kurupt Young Gotti, (Gotti) And I'm back home, you better ask somebody I pack chrome and at least one shotty I smash home with a pretty young hottie, Lodi Dodi Still ride with the D (dot) P (dot) G (dot), we hot The six tray watt, where the keys at Fiat steal that nigga Classic hits, how could you not, not feel that nigga Spill that liquor for your homies, I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies I'm only out for my tippa, dick in your mouth for you strippers Clock mountainous figures niggas come off the crown Before Young Eastwood have to toss you down I'm O.G., can't nobody kick me off the Pound That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found Slauson-bound bitch! Shit, God damn, motherf**ker, asshole And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance You can't get over the (dog bark) [x5] She went which'a way? Now put your bitch away You can't get over the (dog bark) [x3]