Circle Gang

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] Ye-yeah You see I build 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 fiancés See I trust no Tom, Dick and Sally I even keep the tommy when I'm dickin' Sally Wanna see more cats liftin' arm 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 scraper 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 slut Gettin' somethin' to bag And where you from? C.O.B What's fuckin' with that Nigga, 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 niggas 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 Damn, 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 scraper 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 slut Gettin' somethin' to bag And where you from? C.O.B What's fuckin' with that Nigga, 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 hella cheese Them cops won't let us be Them cocksucka'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 Sex 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 shit, y'all Big balls 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 Handcuff your hoes or the circle gon' break ya Fresh Dodger fitted while I'm sittin' in my scraper 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 slut Gettin' somethin' to bag And where you from? C.O.B What's fuckin' with that Nigga, throw the west up like I'm jugglin' maps Straight boss [Outro: Crooked I] Throw the West up Like we jugglin' maps Straight boss Hahahaha C... O... B... Circle Gang