compromise my bad looks I roam with God-bodies and crooks But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it Cause someone could take your
do to me You got me trippin' (you got me trippin' baby, but I like it) And I'm satisfied (c'mon) And I'm guaranteed (let's go) I hope you (yeah) That
mo' That's why I'm a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa I'm solo, solo, solo, solo [Break: Chamillionaire - talking {Crooked I}] Know what I'm talkin
's Sly Boogy, I'm Crooked I and we ride - you know? And I'm Death Row, heartless and lethal You seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel Yeeah
daddy can you bump that ass out, you know me It's the M-I crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter crooked letter, I Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
ass out, you know me It's the M-I crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter crooked letter, I Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I All my gang bangin
Y, ha Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha A remix, ha, they from the Nolia I
} [Method Man] Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother That baby mother's like baby powder and there another M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I
, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate
I told ya I had ya homie Yo Kon I gotcha She said young why ya voice so hoarse I just sound like money Baby I shouldve been a porsche (Vrrooom) Paint
and Catholics But I'ma watch 'em burn in the fire See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir Cause I see, cause I know The church ain't nuttin but
that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around Its too late [Lil Wayne:] OK, I'm talkin' about a Good Girl Gone Bad Crooked World, wrong path Right Mom, wrong dad I
re sorry Didn't think I'd turn around Its too late [Lil Wayne:] OK, I'm talkin' about a Good Girl Gone Bad Crooked World, wrong path Right Mom, wrong dad I
me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around Its too late [Lil Wayne:] OK, I'm talkin' about a Good Girl Gone Bad Crooked World, wrong path Right Mom, wrong dad I
us That's why they try to jam us But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes I'm large like the Great Lakes, with drug spots in 8 states I'm chillin'