[Intro: Crooked I] California! You're now rockin with the motherfuckin best Crooked I
[Crooked I] You don't like how I live, okay bye You don't like gettin money, okay, bye You don't like bad chicks, okay bye Now go that-a-way, go that-a-way The world hatin on your boy just yesterday But like I said, that was yesterday Cause AY!
Eminem signed me to Shady, put me on Interscope Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail Now chicks lickin me like a envelope; yeah I'm in her throat Crooked about to score, I see the red zone All I need is +Beats by Dre+, but not the headphones Think I don't live right, homie you dead wrong Submarine sandwich, I'm just sayin my bread long Walk in the club with a gang of East Siders Some rappers cool, I came to be live-er You claim to be lighters - you say you spit flame You a liar; damn dawg, change your speech writer Uh, I'm sideways on a hater, keep it pushin Just another Massengill pussy who need a douchin I'm lookin for a round ass, I need a cushion I love it when they tell me, "Daddy I need a whoopin!"
[Chorus: Crooked I] You don't like how I live, okay bye You don't like gettin money, okay bye You don't like bad chicks, okay bye Now go that-a-way, go that-a-way You don't like how I do it, okay bye You don't like that I'm hood, okay bye You don't like that I'm me, okay bye Now go that-a-way, go that-a-way
[Crooked I] Homie, I'll be keepin it real because I am real Yeah, some of y'all eatin good but it's your last meal You the king of the hill but it's an ant hill I kick it over, you over, tell me how that feel It's not a arrogant thing - I got a stable of lyrics And I'll be pimpin this pen, like Sean Garrett and Dream If these songs was hoes I'll have a harem like a Arabic king So beware of my team, yep! So many wolves you ain't got nothin for me Nowadays all that champagne poppin be lookin corny We got the bitches on Hennessy gettin horny And they ain't thinkin of leavin 'til 6 in the mornin Yeah, they love fuckin with us Let 'em do what they do, you be cuffin them tough See you Greyhound luggage when it come to the sluts Huh, cause they gon' throw you under the bus, but
[Chorus]
[Crooked I] As long as I hustle hard money gon' come with ease And it's +Child's Play+, call it +Chucky Cheese+ Wanna do it like me? Go sell a couple ki's and a ton of weed then run the street with a hundred G's Goons that is, they comin out the woodwork I would work, but that ain't how the hood work I'm tryin to take over the game Big and 'Pac style Labels tryin to drop my old shit cause I'm hot now (hot now) But oh shit! You should stop now Try to play me on some hoe shit I'll shut your block down Dirty magazines tell you what my clique 'bout Cause +Playboy+ we some +Hustlers+ in a +Penthouse+ Louie bag full of paper, let my chick count She flyer than a double somersault dismount And she swear to God Crooked gon' dog her out I got a bad rep, cause I'm from SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
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[Crooked I] You don't like how I live, okay bye You don't like gettin money, okay, bye You don't like bad chicks, okay bye Now go that-a-way, go that-a-way The world hatin on your boy just yesterday But like I said, that was yesterday Cause AY!
Eminem signed me to Shady, put me on Interscope Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail Now chicks lickin me like a envelope; yeah I'm in her throat Crooked about to score, I see the red zone All I need is +Beats by Dre+, but not the headphones Think I don't live right, homie you dead wrong Submarine sandwich, I'm just sayin my bread long Walk in the club with a gang of East Siders Some rappers cool, I came to be live-er You claim to be lighters - you say you spit flame You a liar; damn dawg, change your speech writer Uh, I'm sideways on a hater, keep it pushin Just another Massengill pussy who need a douchin I'm lookin for a round ass, I need a cushion I love it when they tell me, "Daddy I need a whoopin!"
[Chorus: Crooked I] You don't like how I live, okay bye You don't like gettin money, okay bye You don't like bad chicks, okay bye Now go that-a-way, go that-a-way You don't like how I do it, okay bye You don't like that I'm hood, okay bye You don't like that I'm me, okay bye Now go that-a-way, go that-a-way
[Crooked I] Homie, I'll be keepin it real because I am real Yeah, some of y'all eatin good but it's your last meal You the king of the hill but it's an ant hill I kick it over, you over, tell me how that feel It's not a arrogant thing - I got a stable of lyrics And I'll be pimpin this pen, like Sean Garrett and Dream If these songs was hoes I'll have a harem like a Arabic king So beware of my team, yep! So many wolves you ain't got nothin for me Nowadays all that champagne poppin be lookin corny We got the bitches on Hennessy gettin horny And they ain't thinkin of leavin 'til 6 in the mornin Yeah, they love fuckin with us Let 'em do what they do, you be cuffin them tough See you Greyhound luggage when it come to the sluts Huh, cause they gon' throw you under the bus, but
[Chorus]
[Crooked I] As long as I hustle hard money gon' come with ease And it's +Child's Play+, call it +Chucky Cheese+ Wanna do it like me? Go sell a couple ki's and a ton of weed then run the street with a hundred G's Goons that is, they comin out the woodwork I would work, but that ain't how the hood work I'm tryin to take over the game Big and 'Pac style Labels tryin to drop my old shit cause I'm hot now (hot now) But oh shit! You should stop now Try to play me on some hoe shit I'll shut your block down Dirty magazines tell you what my clique 'bout Cause +Playboy+ we some +Hustlers+ in a +Penthouse+ Louie bag full of paper, let my chick count She flyer than a double somersault dismount And she swear to God Crooked gon' dog her out I got a bad rep, cause I'm from SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
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