D.O.C. Da Only Crook

Lyrics

[Intro] My Brother Dizz Made This We back (We back) The Weeklys (The Weeklys) You know what it is, bark at ya dog (At ya dog) Let's keep it funky though, who better? [Verse 1] One and in comes the you know Call me numero uno It's your musical funeral Tool'll blow you to Pluto The two put two in your culo Ruthless, you and your crew know Indisputable, beautiful Blow out Oodles of Noodles Bazooka shoot your menudo Compare the Ruger to Judo My crooper goin' stupido What your shooters gon' do though? Your every attempt is futile Though zero kudos for you, hoe You just choosin' your crucible fuckin' with you-know-who though (Who?) Crooked is one a kind, comin' for mine Jump in a line, I'm dumpin' a Nine My syllable flow is like Pun in his prime Hustle and grind, come up and shine My trouble behind, recovered from wine Look at the calendar, countin' up all of my days I'm takin' it one at a time (Yeah) I was sick doin' these Weeklys Still got them shits off Blowin' rappers clothes backwards, put 'em in a criss-cross Medallion large enough to crucify you, that's a big cross KXNG Crooked, Crooked I, two people, one name Sort of like Rick Ross, all my haters pissed off But never take the bibs off because they know I drip sauce Squeezin' triggers with my middle finger, you'll get flipped off and Clipped off at the same time because I'm D.O.C [Chorus] The only crook, the only crook D-D-D.O.C The only crook, the only crook D-D-D.O.C The only crook, the only crook D-D-D.O.C The only crook, the only crook In my brand new Benz with the V-12 engine (Skrrt) Pistol on my lap, better watch your intention (Word) Every single week another rapper I'm lynchin' (Ya heard) Each and every one scared to mention The only crook, the only crook [Verse 2] They think they got it though They delusional? I don't know Scalp 'em like Geronimo Tell them haters to vamanos Finally let the bottle go, I started from the bottom though I slap 'em like some dominos Even they baby mama know I'm hot as somethin' tropical Used the third optical Grew up in the streets, the link's in my biological Ridin' with the yappa though Nigga, that stick is Mop & Glo Freaks got no option but to drop it low (Low) My notebook is fly as hang-gliders, call it cliff notes Words dive off the page runnin' from that pen smoke I used to keep a gauge in my trenchcoat People called me crooked, never took it as an insult (Nah) Where I'm from all our heroes are villains The hood's upside down, we got our feet on the ceilin' And beef ain't meat on the grill, the beef is squeezin' and feelin' Type Be a leak on the buildin' Then we don't speak on the killin' (Shh) But who the real monsters? They gave us food stamps instead of that 40 acres Now the hood's goin' bonkers I'm Dr. Dre mixed with Doctor Umar Startin' the rap off gangsta and end conscious I'm just D.O.C [Chorus] The only crook, the only crook D-D-D.O.C The only crook, the only crook D-D-D.O.C The only crook, the only crook D-D-D.O.C The only crook, the only crook In my brand new Benz with the V-12 engine (Skrrt) Pistol on my lap, better watch your intention (Word) Every single week another rapper I'm lynchin' (Ya heard) Each and every one scared to mention The only crook