Circle Gang Anthem

Lyrics

[Intro: Horseshoe Gang & Crooked I] I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Ghettomerica Ay, fuck these haters, nigga Bitch ass niggas Ya' know what I'm sayin', niggas C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.) Ya' naw mean, nigga Fuck you, nigga Cash over bitches Controlling our block Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Circle Gang, C.O.B. (Hey) Circle Gang, C.O.B. (Hey) Circle Gang, C.O.B. (Hey) Circle Gang, C.O.B. (Hey) [Verse 1: Crooked I] I keep tellin' 'em I'm the boss of the West They wanna crown me "Spit King of the Coast" (Why?) Flow meaner than most I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr., I'm eager to boast Middle finger, no genius is closer, I'm deeper I feel your pain, put your hands against the speaker Then I'ma heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher Fuck a whole song, I give a damn if it's a feature Lyrics lifting your spirits high as cannabis sativa Haters pop off, the ambulance will reach ya Them cannons will blam your face, you'll be handsome as a creature (C'mon) Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether To put you beneath the ground, me and my animals are eager (C'mon) A east sider, on hot tracks and reppin' a street fighter Bringing a Mortal Kombat to Tekken Do not grab your weapons, I deep fry 'em Reach and squeeze fire, please believe I pop Mac 11's I used to paint pictures with my sixteens Now I spit plasma big screens, look at the vivid scenes Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka) Bandanas up, report to your sergeant Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine You got a party? Let us march in Hey Tiko, we don't even need Ello Chico to barge in [Hook: Kobe] Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin' chief at I got my 9 on my hip, where the beef at? My niggas, we on the grind, check the G stacks Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (Hey) Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (Hey) In the streets or the hood, what you wanna do? (Hey) C.O.B., lil' nigga, you don't want it foo' Now, now, now west coming through, you niggas, what you gon' do? [Verse 2: Crooked I] I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach and ain't step a foot in the city In my city, Crooked is Biggie They love me 'cause they know I put bullets in semis Talk shit, when I'm full of da Henny, and pull it on any 'Specially the funny sort, this is a money sport I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy corp I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dummy corpse Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse Gangsta shit, my niggas 'bout da business They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness Every witness around were straight scared shitless Fear froze, if I do it, then bounce with da quickness Real talk, the life of a young boss Run across the street, reach for the heat when it jumps off Knock 'em off his feet, leave 'em leakin' the punks off One false move in the beat, that's how people become lost C.O.B. or nuttin', go get your tattoo Put it on yo flag too, music you could sag to Sack a dub bag to, load a chrome mag to Slap a hatin' ass fag to, yeah, that too So when you see it on the shelf, yeah, grab two C.O.B., that's me, yeah, that's you Haters, I need a reason to Kill you in your sleep, that'll make my dreams come true [Hook: Kobe] Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin' chief at I got my 9 on my hip, where the beef at? My niggas, we on the grind, check the G stacks Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (Hey) Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (Hey) In the streets or the hood, what you wanna do? (Hey) C.O.B., lil' nigga, you don't want it foo' Now, now, now west coming through, you niggas, what you gon' do? [Outro] Circle Gang (Yeah), C.O.B. (Yeah) Circle Gang (Ayy), C.O.B Circle Gang, C.O.B Circle Gang, C.O.B. (Yeah) Treacherous Records Niggas