Lyrics

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked] Grown man bars, Cuban cigars Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards It read we would all become stars The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars We park our low-riders in the yards We put the euro whips in the garage Light some more cigars On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars Dodgers [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Started from the bottom, no problem, I call her Adabor Spot 'em in Impalas and Autumn, I found a pot of gold Luke scripture 15:11, I'm not the prodigal Son, but I'm the onе returning to get a lot of dough Something likе American Idol, I let my talents show Unfair advantage like Calicos at the Alamo Niggas want smoke, I distribute it like a manifold Wanna be a savage like Travis, I got the antidote Yo, Jesus piece hanging like they strung his neck up Yeah, pockets like a doctor, I'ma run a checkup Yeah, peepin' what I'm eatin', almost vegan All that seasonin' every evenin', diseases beat me to heck ups Squeezin' the ketchup, seizures are next up, the way it is If I die, who gon' make a way for the kids? I was thinking about my mother strugglin' to buy a baby bed for her son on the same day I paid for my crib These are [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] Grown man bars, Cuban cigars Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards It read we would all become stars The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars We park our low-riders in the yards We put the euro whips in the garage Light some more cigars On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars Dodgers [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Grown man bars, I can't believe I can say that Got me thinking about way back, mama watching Pat Sajak Spin the wheel while the wheels spun outside in a great act Legend to legend drops His top split from the same Mac-11 he sold a couple weeks ago That's a no no Passed it and got shot, that's that ol' give and go That was project livin' though Hanger stuck in a TV, a fuzzy Arsenio while a neighbor braidin' my fro I was to and fro' studios, switchin' up flows Dabblin' in blow, hopin' the popo don't kick in my do' What do you know, this rappin' shit happened before the trappin' shit Fasten my fate, I'm actually havin' a moment, y'all wait From buses to i8, the projects to my estate This is way deeper than rap, God is great May I continue to break curses and scribble these great verses I pray that I'm giving more than I take Young and this is [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] Grown man bars, Cuban cigars Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards It read we would all become stars The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars We park our low-riders in the yards We put the euro whips in the garage Light some more cigars On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars Dodgers