Yeah, yeah, West Coast Worldwide, you heard?

September 7th

Shit

What up, O?

It's Crooked I, homie

C.O.B

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I let the shots spray simultaneously as the car's pulling up

Give a victim the Heimlich, see if he cough bullets up

I'm hood as fuck

When Crooked recites a Pulitzer Prize, it's not good enough

I'm full of surprises, look in my eyes, I'm hoodie disguised

Pussy despise me, we can put 'em up

I levitate when the mic's near

Walk two inches above concrete, that's why they call it Nike Air

I regulate and never fight fair

Beat you senseless on the concrete, I'm your worst nightmare

This young boy should be locked in a cage

I spit like I'm the offspring of Rakim and Rage

Even when I'm rockin' the stage

I'm imaginin' each audience member gettin' shot with a gauge

I kill crowds, still spillin' the illest style

Seance music, even the dead spirits hear it now

Yeah, I'm quick with the reach, get the liquid to leak

Right out of your nitwit's physique, I'm sick with the speech

Take a flying leap off a buildin', that's how hard my shit hits the streets

Lyrical God, your flow's unholy

Your rhymes defiling more pages than Mark Foley

You got beef? Better show me your heart, homie

I'm hard, only those who glow in the dark know me

We choose to do this till they decorate our headstones

The music, we use it to elevate the West Coast

Who's left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones

Your life is in our hands, we won't hesitate to let go

It was written

God made man out of clay, so when it's time to play, I spit robot chicken

Top five ever when it come to spittin'

Hit your favorite rapper with a septic tank when it come to shittin'

Listen, Impossible Mission

Ras will Hot 16's, blue cut crack in the kitchen

Lexus GS with the gas tank thistin'

I mean on E, fien' on me, vision

Cattle on left hand hissin'

Keep a bitch with fat pussy lips like two blacks kissin'

Few wack rappers dissin'

Pack attrition and your little 15 minutes of fame like nutrition

Lunchtime, time to eat

Talk the streets, ****, I strand whales on the beach

Young Orca, an history about to walk on water without lifting my knee up

I need a process to boss, get hit with 81 shots like Randy Moss

How can he floss, simple horse

My bitch's bikini thong lookin' like dental floss

750 chopped to top and he lost

'Cause I just buried my granny and my family cost

Y'all strictly queers

Careers disappear like the VMAs of chubby ass Britney Spears, bitch

We choose to do this till they decorate our headstones

The music, we use it to elevate the West Coast

Who's left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones

Your life is in our hands, we won't hesitate to let go

I'm gonna spit it till the day that I see death's do'

Perched upon my fence poster

When I see the reaper creeping, I'ma pull his head closer

Whisper in his ear, ain't nothing like hip-hop music, now let's go

You copied your style, you can't grow to be the great type, you lie

Cold chillin', show MC's how to break mics

No fillin', so foes flee when I take flight

I choke rhythms and don't breathe when my brain strikes

Never roll with stone dealers and sold trees on the late night

But had poems dribbin' from my dome piece like a drain pipe

My slow killing blows things like a snake bite

But it's bone killing as a cold breeze at a grave site

Ever wonder if God can't see collision as box

I weave a worldwide web full of insidious plots

That'll leave a rapper swinging like a hypnotist's watch

Use your mind, see what you find when you listen and watch

'Cause snakes slither to hinder inquisitive listeners

Paint pictures to hide sinners that exist within ministers

Chains glimmer that try and render consistently sinister

Famed prisoners that die 'cause misery's been administered

Have 'em choking and staggerin' and smoke from the manuscript

Like the vultures just headed and picking the Pope at the Vatican

Most of these rappers should be involved in motorist accidents

'Cause we know that they don't even matter like bones in a mannequin

We choose to do this till they decorate our headstones

The music, we use it to elevate the West Coast

Who's left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones

Your life is in our hands, we won't hesitate to let go

We choose to do this till they decorate our headstones

The music, we use it to elevate the West Coast

Who's left in ruin when we penetrate your headphones

Your life is in our hands, we won't hesitate to let go