Lollipop

Lyrics

[Intro] Hip-Hop Weekly, Crooked I, C.O.B Circle of Bosses, 51 point... point... point... Lunno Let's do it Yeah We gon' lay back, mane Let that slow flow kill'em a lil' bit Can I air out a niggas beat or what? (Aye) We 'bout to go hard right now, mane You know 52, we gon' get it done Wrap it up Appreciate everybody's support This is for the bar lovers, man Niggas who love bars Strictly for people who love bars (Yeah) Check my pulse on this one [Verse] Soon as I come in the buildin' The icy necklace summon my children (Yeah) Women know I'm one in a million (Yeah) A niggas pocket is touchin' the ceilin' Haters, fuck whatcha feelin' A thug and a villain It's nothin', I'm chillin' (Chea) Gentlemen demeanor, but I got screws loose, yeah Let my goons loose, shit on you like prune juice A nigga so fly, I'm defying gravity I need a fresh pair of moon boots Vroom, baby, hit the moonroof Cocksucka, this is boss life I'm pushin' green Still ball hard as some of you pushin' soft white And this industry is all hype You prolly think I got my money and fame Like Pippen, off Mic No microphone checks, just street money If you ain't talkin' money, you speak funny Weak dummy (Yeah) Why you think your chick is rentin' all these suites from me? (Huh?) You want the sweet honey? But I need the green, sonny (Cha-ching) This is real, this the deal Nigga, my skill is ill Been in them killin' fields, my nigga I'm in 'em still And if you strippers got the whipper peel I give you bills Got me handin' out more dubs than Rent-A-Wheel (Owww) Jealous haters wanna trip, that ain't in my damn plans To sacrifice me like I am lamb You can ask Diceman, that's my right-hand man Give'em my right hand, man We lifespan fam (What) I'm Crooked I, young Obama, the boss Convertible coupe, I took my car's Yamaka off It's hotter than a Molotov Ain't no problem to floss When's the last time Dominic lost? (Never) I paid dues at a phenomenal cost (Yeah) Cross hang to thee abdominal So adios, vaminos, patnah Holla, get lost So before them llamas let off Rocket launchers I can haunt ya, diggin in ya pockets, aren't ya? To get me off ya Send me offers, my semi off ya All of my guns just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper I'm the muthafuckin' Eastside, I'm Long Beach breathin' Got goons in every city, we own each region (C.O.B.) Yeah, we rally for peace, but the chrome keep squeezin' Please don't make me the reason your dome piece bleedin' You racin' my bullets ain't The Tortoise and The Hare Leave you so stiff, I sniff rigor mortis in the air Yeah, hope the Lord is in ya prayers 'Cause it's more than just a dare Beware, I'm giving orders nigga, yeah Prepare, put on your vest 'cause the West is wild A nice slice under your neck, give you an extra smile (Say cheese) Smith & Wesson in my possession I address the crowd Fresh to death, god bless the child I'm the Block Obama (C'mon) Got enough soldiers to stop Osama (C'mon) C.O.B., cock your llamas, let's ride out Put it all on my mama, I got West side clout You wanna pop that drama? You best hide out Get out of my way, let a cat gain ground Even political analyst know my campaign sound My opponents don't wanna give up the rap games crown So I work hard in the biz like I'm raps James Brown Perhaps you should know you are not my contender I know so much about hip-hop, I forgot what I remember Yeah nigga, I'm knockin' out pretenders Bend ya lil' slender over Put my cock in her Virginia When Crooked spit, it's pure art like a ese's tat Rest of them cats? Hell yes, they wack Me wack? Man, that's like sayin' KRS can't rap (What) And if I ain't at the roundtable, then the West ain't back (Nah) Me wack? Man, that's like sayin' KRS can't rap And if I ain't at the roundtable, then the West ain't back, nigga [Outro] Block Obama, the mixtape comin' soon Ya mean DJ Strong and Whoo Kid Yeah Hip-Hop Weekly, man If I ain't at the roundtable, then the West ain't back Speakin' of the roundtable Shouts out to my dude, Jay Rock Ya mean Mistah F.A.B Turf Talk Ya know what I'm talkin' about That dude, Krondon Mitchy Slick Feel me It's a real roundtable over here, man Y'all already know about My nigga G. Malone My nigga Bishop Lamont Mykestro My nigga Lil' Bam Wolfwanggg, the banger My nigga Scrap Dolla, over there Ya know what I mean Y'all know what we doin', man West Coast Owwww Where my nigga BH from the Industry Killaz at?