C-Loc - Crooked I Anthem Ridaz lyrics

Chorus (Profitt): Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)? Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!) Naptown (RIDERS!!!!) Midwest (RIDERS!!!!) Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)? Naptown (RIDERS!!!!) Midwest (RIDERS!!!!) Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!) Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)? Midwest (RIDERS!!!!) Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!) Naptown (RIDERS!!!!) Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)? Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!) Naptown (RIDERS!!!!) Midwest (RIDERS!!!!) First Verse (C-Loc): Fools and fellas start bailin' cuz look we quick to blaze somethin' Keep it hoppin' Lil' Mama, so won't you quickly shake somethin'? From the projects, to Hollywood, back up in the projects Slang chickens off in every hood, can't nare a n***a stop that Profitt, and C-Loc y'all know you heard of that I ain't trippin', anything movin' boy we gone murder that Be gone where you don't deserve to breathe boys Spittin' game to one-time I hope they got they two cuz b**h I got mine, ya heard me? Steady hollerin' Down South n***as act a fool my n***a Totin' two twenty-threes, so f** the rules my n***a Got a donkey dick to give a b**h the blues my n***a Like the deep freezer better keep your cool my n***a Tell your Mom you met the psychopathic madman And when you come up missin', tell 'em check behind the trash can May God be wit'cha when I hit'cha with the Mac in the back Take that you b**h you, and tell Satan that I did it for my.... Chorus Second Verse (Profitt): My Brightwood riders Hillside riders Paulfield, Porchscroh, 3rd Ward riders Four block riders Southside riders Two nine riders Naptown riders Say damn little put 'em up You swear that you hard enough Let it be known that you got 'em bust Let it be known that your set get buck Now who the f** Am I? I'm bringin' noise out the Nap Been hard from the back Profitt and C-Loc don't know how to act Screamin' how you do dat? Terror, from the South of my house Bring on the Pall Bearer, cuz we takin' hoes out Indiana playa, you hatin' every bit of that Which you could get rid of that We hit you then split you, forget you like 40 get sick wid that Presidental stat, our town is where it all go down Me on the track with C-Loc for sure burn it down Midwest gone get at'cha, pullin' weight like a tractor And down to get dirty playa if I have to Chorus