Crooked I - C.O.B. Motto (The Motto Remix) lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Sut-sut is the motto

Spark up some loud, man, crack another bottle

COB deep in the streets like a pothole

You know who to follow

Crooked Intriago

[Verse 1]

You are now tuned in, the lens zoomed in

The cameras recording, my Concord Jordans

Move from the shoes to the Trues to the Gucci belt

COB shirt, then it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast

Let’s go get ‘em

Fresh flow kill ‘em

Less momentum for y’all

Beats, I vandalize them all

Should start writing rhymes with a Sharpie on your wall

Wanna ball how I ball?

Gotta trip Pau Gasol, that’s all

That means I’mma ball til I fall

Niggas mad they ain’t in my tax bracket

I take the high road, it lacks traffic

Gat pack is my bad habit

Still I jump in the cypher and backpack it, I’m that active

Versatility’s the verse abilities

Get money but learn humility, you feeling me? Church

I willingly work

You Little League niggas don’t know about them skirts

Who be feeling that purple pill in me

Head under her dress, fuck it, I’m wilding

Same reason that Mona Lisa was smiling

Top floor of the Ritz

I’m looking down at the roof of the Staples

Divide the truth from the fables, maybe

I’m signed to lucrative label

You become one of my stallions, your future is stable

I went from the train to the Bentley with the bucket seats

For fucking up rugged beats

Thugging in public streets

Love it when suckers speak

On the House Gang, you’ll be done in a couple weeks

Soon as the single drop

Go get the Beats by Dre speakerbox while we shine like the equinox

You need to not think we going soft, either

Keep a Glock, squeeze at you while your people watch

Told you it get greater later

Don’t be a David Stern — I mean a player hater

Wait up — let’s toast 2012

A shot of Ciroc for my people in the prison cell

Let’s toast 2012

A shot of Ciroc for my people in the prison cell, yeah

Free Tray Deee

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