Crooked I - Wake Up Show lyrics

rate me

Retardoulus with the bars I just spit

That leave you tongue tied

Getting tied tongue from my Asian chick

And a plane mile high

How high?

That mean I even come fly

Hey, rough rhymes over hard beats

Only reason that my heart beats

Wanna define Crooked I then hard speech

Born in the dark streets with fully loaded guns at my arm’s reach

Yeah, blamers under the car seats

Ride through Long Beach, the part I call the far end

I’m finding the strange urge to be the best

Even though we rhyming the same words

Shining the same knives, designing the same knot

My timing you ain’t heard, you signing the same nerds

Rappers wearing pink stretch pants, silk head bands

Dirty red vans, on stage yelling “let’s dance!”

Weirdoes in queer clothes get the best chance

Who created the motherfuckers? I guess fans

Man, I don’t support you rookies

Tryina sell deep, got that from a fortune cookie

I would slap them but they like leader tattle

Real niggas against fate like we in battle

This is how a boss do it, last verse I recorded

Was on Crocker Bane’s mic in Seattle

Flew to Cali did a deal for 300K, then I flew to…blew Sweden away

This will be the first day that I’m back in the States

Already in the booth going bad shit and apes

I’m asking a bitch if her carpet matching her drapes

This curtain for your pussy’s hair, drive a car in your face

Hey, swift tech gonna shave four, five

Both sides of my family united, now we reminded that we’re tight

You had to really rhyme just to get on

Can’t come off the dead on you get shit on

First show that I ever heard MO

Crooked I, first show that you ever heard, MO

Wake up, yeah wake up

My family, wake up show