Crooked I - Diamond In The Back lyrics

rate me

ft. K-Young

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning

Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

Ah, diamond in the back, sun roof top, come on

You know the rest, homey, you know the west

Sticky dope put a hole in your chest

We grow the best, cob rep the code to the death, with no regrets

I’m a fully loaded rock star, uzzi keep shooting at you snitches in the cop car

Louie V, Hewie P Newton, the Oxy pill …

House nigga, I was in the cotton field, now I’m bout to clock a mill

Presidential rollie shit with that Baraca pill

I ball it, kick it, like I’m on a … soccer field

Wonder Pac would feel? How would big papa feel?

To know it’s still real niggas counting dollar bills

And I keep a loaded chopper for you dirty bastards

Cause the beat to murder rap you gotta murder rappers

Leave you leaning like some purple…

Million dollar story hoe, this the early chapter

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

In the coop with the seat back is where you find me

If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning

Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

I hang with gang bangers and some crazy ass white dudes

Nigga with an attitude, rappers think they ice cube

But I seen your kind of soft … like my junior

I’ma call you high-school, aight?

True or false, before your album dropped

Tell me was you a boss?

You say yeah, that’s ass the foolest as the jewish cross,

You don’t even believe it

Got me wondering who the fuck you are when your music’s off

For what it’s worth I still recall, eating a … still manage to do my work

… now they call me el hefe, I learned Spanish

I be lying if I say the money make the hurt vanish

But it helps when these hoes suck a boss player

Still love black women, fuck John Mayer

I got a white girl, fat ass, blonde hair

We make good music every time I …

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

In the coop with the seat back is where you find me

If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning

Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

And the beat goes on, no sleep, been in the streets so long

Mama called me like please go home

Mama I need to get these c notes on

See I’m all about action and less hoping

Better die with my smith and wess smoking or having sex stroking

Just joking…know I’m not

Life was a …when I left her, she had her legs open

And on my tomb stone, tell them put st st

Cob till I diem y nigga, st, st

… ironic, a stand up nigger, but still the chairman

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

In the coop with the seat back is where you find me

If you ain’t at your money up, never mind me

I got my whole hood rolling right behind me

Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning

Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh

Music is my life, st st, cob, st, st.