Crooked Don’t Dance

Lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Yo, MG It's a lot of dudes I'ma smash on, man Right now It's about gainin' power, then strikin' at the heart Art of war shit, man Lot of funny niggas out here in this industry, man Some of these niggas dun stepped on my ice creams And they didn't say "I'm sorry" Hahahahaha Holla at me [Verse 1] Fertilizer flow, I'm still talkin' shit Young boss is it, but get off the dick I sip sauce, big floss, forget Moss and Vick When I'm pissed off, receive bullets I exhaust the clip Get lost and dip before you get mollywopped Shotty pop, la di da Slugs make your body rot Niggas get karate chopped By my Whitney and Bobby Glocks Those stay together forever in a Maserati truck You? You a lollipop Sucka ass mafucka Undercover fags searchin' for lovin' from another brother Crooked from the gutter, gutter Rougher, tougher Run for cover Slugs'll hover over your head, fucker I shoot your mother's mother I'm 'bout respect A dropout I hop out with TEC's You cop out I knockout your set With a block out Blap out Blood drop out your neck Pop you with Russian choppers Fresh, Moscow the neck [Chorus] You can lean if you like C-Walk if you want to Snap if ya like B-Walk if you want to Rock if ya like Clown walk if you want to That's what it do Let me tell you what it don't do Crooked don't dance, nah Bottle in a niggas hands Crooked don't dance, nah Pistol in a niggas pants Crooked don't dance, nah That ain't in a niggas plans I just move side to side and holla at bitches, man [Verse 2] I once knew a DJ, pushin' Cali mixtapes Nigga tried to play me, movin' at a quick pace Grab the baby AK, Crooked is the sickest case Waitin' to catch him slippin' so I can split the son of a bitches face Nigga's quick to stab you in your back That's when the beef enter Mongoose Snake hunter Cut the grass and eat dinner 100% street nigga Cheap killer Squeeze triggers over 3 figures, if I need skrilla On the rea-zilla I thought i told you 'bout the cob COB I thought I told you 'bout the mob But he bang, if you bang, do you job But we thicker than the Blob East side, I throw it up like a log Why you think these chicks wanna get with the hot fellas My bitch got tits that make Vivica Fox jealous Livin' above the law Forget what the cops tell us Good defense team, them niggas will not fail us [Chorus] You can lean if you like C-Walk if you want to Snap if ya like B-Walk if you want to Rock if ya like Clown walk if you want to That's what it do Let me tell you what it don't do Crooked don't dance, nah Bottle in a niggas hands Crooked don't dance, nah Pistol in a niggas pants Crooked don't dance, nah That ain't in a niggas plans I just move side to side and holla at bitches, man [Post-Chorus] This is straight boss music Bang it if you feelin' that Lean ya seat back 'til all they can see is your fitted hat Plasma screens Watchin' HBO and Cinemax Pull up to the front of the club Where all them bitches at [Outro] I'm just playin' chess with these niggas right now Yanadamean Few coward ass niggas smilin' in my face, right now But stabbin' me in the muthafuckin' back Just lettin' them niggas know We gon' get at y'all For now We in the muthafuckin' club Iced out C.O.B Ya know what I'm sayin'? It's art of war, nigga We gain power, money, respect Then we cut your muthafuckin' throat C.O.B Yeah We comin', niggas Boss of the Midwest order Check my files, nigga