Crooked I - Circle Gang Anthem lyrics

rate me

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Ghettomerica

A... fuck these haterz nigga

Bitch ass niggas

Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas

C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)

Ya' naw mean nigga

Fuck you nigga

Cash over bitches

Controlling our block

Hey

Circle gang C.O.B. (hey)

I keep tellin em that I'm the boss of the west

They want to crown me's big king of the coast

Flow meaner than most

I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr.

Eager to boast middle finger

No genius is closer, I'm deeper

I feel your pain put your hands against da speaker

Then I'm going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher

Fuck a whole song I give a damn if it's a feature

Lyrics lifting these spirits high as cannabis sativa

Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya

Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)

Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether

They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c'mon)

An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter

Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken

Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em

Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's

I used to paint pictures with my sixteens

Now I spit plasma big screens

Look at the vivid scenes

Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans

That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)

Bandanas up report to your sargeant

Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine

You got a party let us march in

Hey Tiko, we don't even need ello chico? to barge in

Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at

I got my man on my hip where the beef at

My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks

Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)

Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)

In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)

C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo

The new west coming through

Lil' niggas what you gone do

I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach

Then they step they foot in the city

In my city Crooked is Biggie

They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities

Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny

And I'll pull it on any

'specially the funny sort

This is a money sport

I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car

I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse

Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse

Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness

They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness

Every witness around were straight scared shitless

Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness

Real talk the life of a young boss

Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off

Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off

One false move in the beat that's how people become lost

C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo

Put it on yo flag too

Music you could sag to

Sack a dub bag to

Load a chrome mag to

Slap a hatin' ass fag too

Yeah that too

So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two

C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you

Haters I need a reason to kill you

In your sleep that'll make my dreams come true

Circle gang, C.O.B.

Treacherous Records Niggas