Rappers Ain’t Shit

Lyrics

[Chorus: Crooked I] Rappers ain't shit but hoes and tricks They bang on the internet and mostly snitch (Oww) When Crooked I drop, them niggas done I'ma take the West Coast on another run (West Coast) Rappers ain't shit but hoes and tricks They bang on the internet and mostly snitch When Crooked I drop, them niggas done (Yeah) I'm take the West Coast on another run [Verse 1] Yeah Think you could fuck with Mr. Crooked I? Nigga, you high The more you speak, the quicker you die My warriors creep They don't give a damn how many rivers you cry You'll be dead while I'm gettin' head from a bitch in Dubai Nigga, do I look like I'm playin' a game wit'chu? The main issue is where them thangs hit'chu And rip clean through your brain tissue Emp beam when I aim pistol 16 straight missiles so I can't miss you Uh 187 is ya number I'll tie you to the bumper of a hummer while I'm draggin' 'em Hit that mafucka with a thumper, shots taggin' 'em Shoot that sucka in his blood pumper for the fag in 'em 4-5 magnum Straight body baggin' 'em Before you toe taggin' 'em Hit 'em wit the acronym (What?) C.O.B We California riders I'm starin' at you cowards out the corner of my eyes 'cause... [Chorus] Rappers ain't shit but hoes and tricks (Woo) They bang on the internet and mostly snitch When Crooked I drop, them niggas done I'ma take the West Coast on another run (Ha, ha) Rappers ain't shit but hoes and tricks (Oww) They bang on the internet and mostly snitch When Crooked I drop, them niggas done (They done) I'ma take the West Coast on another run (Let's go) [Verse 2] I invested in the block, ghetto millionaire stocks Alife sneakers and the denim by Bare Fox (Okay) Paul Smith eye wear, the Cartier watch (Yeah) Hop out the McLaren, body's on a pair of Glocks (Woo) Waitin' on any nigga that wanna swallow chrome (Yeah) Waitin' on any nigga that I can follow home (Yeah) When you think you're all alone, Crooked is behind you Tappin' on your collar bone, told you I would find you (Remember me?) Don't cry now when you witness the COB You think I took it this far not to finish the job (Huh) Bullshit, pulpit 'em, let the minister sob He was so innocent, now he gotta send him to God A militant squad with pistols hidden in the garage Put my foot up your ass, further than a enema ride Homie, you not in a mirage I'm a killer with a different facade I mean, for real, you 'bout to fill up a barrage I'll shoot you and go get a massage While I listen to Nas in a iPod, gettin' rid of my prob-lem Talk shit like a professional heckler Now without a gun, you set off metal detectors Plate in ya head, nigga, you better respect us Especially when you don't know what hetero sex is I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or your life And I'm pro life, for life That's how a boss been his whole life I'm just a bad ass, low life Why? [Chorus] Rappers ain't shit but hoes and tricks (Yeah) They bang on the internet and mostly snitch (Stop bangin' on the internet) When Crooked I drop, them niggas done I'ma take the West Coast on another run (West Coast) Rappers ain't shit but hoes and tricks (They ain't shit) They bang on the internet and mostly snitch (Gang bangin' on the internet) When Crooked I drop, them niggas done I'ma take the West Coast on another run [Outro] Nigga, rappers ain't shit Hahahahah Yeah We feelin' good Treacherous is the movement C.O.B The Block Obama It's time for change West We can Oww