Crooked I

Crooked I - Dysfunktional Family lyrics

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Aha, don't it feel good? Come on, I know it feel good, got to

It's a family affair, you feel me, just a family affair

Mama you raised so many sons

And it was so hard tryin' to grow in these slums

Around Gang Bangin' and so many guns

Pen inmates is what the homies become

But look what brighten ghetto poetry brung

A 660 on 421's, Poppa didn't help us, I hope he's a bum

Tried to spit us out like a old piece of gum

Now the flow's opium, and all ya'll know it's The Row when we come

For Sho, do you know anyone? It feels like Crooked I do

If you do, throw your hands in the air

I love my people it's a family affair

Mama braided my hair while I sat in the chair

We grew up in the ghetto but found happiness there

The family used to stand and hold hands in a prayer

Your son's ballin', and I guess he answered Oh, yeah!

Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family

It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family

My brother's in jail, sister on the corner got her body for sale

She's still my sister man, I'm still her brother and

No matter what they say, I'm a love my sister anyway

And when moma died, grandmamma was by our side

She said hang in there, we can make it

A family that pray together, it's a family that is standin' right by

So I promise myself, until I die, me and my family

Together we gone ride

Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family

It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family

Well it ain't nothin' but a family affair, get your hands in the air

And throw your dubs up like you just don't care

We came from worse to worst, all raised in the church

Still ridin' for my family, buried up under dirt like hers, Still I Rise

Like Pac

Reminiscin on when me and the homies in the hood was slap boxed

Getting' high like it's the thang to do

To all of my fam stretched out in the pen my niggaz this ones' for you

I got the money plus my ebony queen

Bossed up in a black drop top, hot exotic Bentley

Cold streets brought us close together

With the love that me and my family endeavor this can last forever

Even tho we all gotta go

I play to win in this crooked game of cut throat

Mama I don't hate you, I hate you smoke dope

But I love the fact that you my moms and that's on Tha Row

Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family

It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family

If it wasn't for my family where would I be, where would I go

Who would I see, if it wasn't for my family

Who would I turn to, who would I lean on

And who would I meet?

Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family

It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family

Call your mom, tell her you love her

Tell your daddy, that you love him

Tell your sister, think the world other

Call your brother, tell him you his keeper, oh yeah

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