your hand, my arms diseased Eyes fall, eye follow you, and I?ll be, Some thing?s not ready for My love to you. I?ve been this space for you. Our crooked
I crooked letter, crooked letter I I think I wanna hump that I M I crooked letter, crooked letter I I think I wanna hump that I M I crooked letter, crooked
Look at you now and i can't help but laugh maybe it's cause it makes me so sick you've traded in your beliefs and friends all for rock n roll or whatever
line right down this mountain road Damn these hard times Damn these coal mines Damn the good dreams gone cold While im at it, damn this crooked road While im at it, damn this crooked
pressure of the crooked beat Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat It has crooked past this crooked
Take me out of the picture or you could feed me, ?cause I don?t want closure. feed me, ?cause I don?t want closure. How long do I envision myself turning up on these crooked
Yeah, Crooked keep a German Luger, a Bazooka and three vest He's not from Cash Money but man he's fresh Ever since I was a baby I was about them millions
me smoke) I never knew another human life (Didn't know) Who got the power to take over mine, so baby, baby [Crooked I] Yo, I love my R & B, P's man
You know what's mind bothering Niggaz be acting like bitches, you know Man why you sign to Death Row? Get out my business bitch Man why you leave Death
[Intro:] What is it all about huh? What the fuck is it about? I'm readin an article and they tryin to tell me I'm jealous of Kurupt's album droppin What
that squeezed the most triggas And Fucked the most Bitches and touched the most riches The four is on switches, the Benzes is so vicious We stay ghetto for life...MY Nigga Crooked
rap! What all the hoes love Gangsta rap! What you hop your 6-4 to? Gangsta rap! You can do what you want to Gangsta rap! [Verse 2: Crooked I] What did
impossible odds Track with these charlatans and philosophical frauds In a place where being a... is a logical job Change always starts with the man in the mirror So I'm talking to myself like hey crooked
(feat. Eastwood, Eddie Griffin) [Intro: Crooked & E.G.] Hell mothafuckin yeah! E.G. I bet you didnt know I thought you knew Yeah I bet you didnt know
it I'm on one Slaughterhouse we on 2 Point oh shit, point your shit to the garbage now bitch y'all ain't it Everybody talking about that and this Crooked
know what's good Middle finger's how we throw up our hood Bone crushers ready, eatin wimps for dinner Them boys is blood suckers like a ten percenta Man Crooked
We gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives We gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives We gonna be banging this shit for the rest
hat, Nissan truck Not to give a fuck, Kurupt 86 gang bang, World War 3 Thunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali California nigga! [HOOK] [Verse 6: Crooked