Crooked I - N.W.A. (New West Anthem) lyrics

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Crooked I - N.W.A. (New West Anthem) lyrics

[Intro] Transmitting live from sector 3... L-B-C [Verse 1] Everybody on the streets waitin' for my album The sh** never dropped, people askin me "how come?" Left d**h Row in '04 was the outcome Reasons to stick around? I was was without one All about my money homey I gotta pile some Since I'm the one, rappers gettin' their style from C-O-B block boy Crooked pull out guns When I'm out east they say "Crooked you wild son" I've been in the mix Quick flippin' them legitimate chips Dime pieces, I keep 10 of them chicks Even foreign women seek a citizenship Sit in my Cinnamon whip They love a criminal on a gentleman tip I'm with my clique, I don't f** with you other clowns Rappers in my city bit me when I was underground Now they wanna act friendly soon as I come around Maybe cause the medallion's weighin' a hundred pounds What now? [Hook x2] Gangstas don't dance, we two step Nobody can stop us, we strollin' on When you see us in the club, say "Hi" to the New West We gone get it on baby all night long (Where them haters go?) [Verse 2] Everybody from the west now Crookeds a boss mayne Reppin' C-O-B, the Circle of Boss gang Haters thought we missed the target Thought we was off aim Disappeared a year, so these s**ers would talk lame Fifty two blue diamonds, that's how the cross came Half a milli on a bling, step up my floss game n***as used to clown big bank take small bank Now I push around chucky whips that y'all can't I'm still in the game Nah, f** that, I'm k**in' the game Get yo' dame, she's feelin' the chain She's willin' to sit in a Range And arrange infinite intimate thangs Between the sheets, the sk**s is insane Feel my pain mayne Hood life pumpin' my arteries I'm an organ donar, now who want a part of me? Haters in the club, y'all dudes is R'n B The movie's called "f** you n***a", it's starin me Pardon me [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Everybody know the industry's the new dope game That's why the flow came potent as c**aine Critics say I'm just a rapper lookin' for more fame Till you walk a mile in my Nikes you don't know pain I've been on my grind since gazelles and rope chains Dealt wit the ups and downs like it was nothing Know I keep a Fo-Fo whenever I roll mayne Shoot it at your shoes, you dance like soultrain I spin in the club, so promoters let me in wit a snub It's a million pretty women to rub These b**hes is feelin' the thug Swimmin' in Crys unlimited bubb Dodger fitted, that's how this n***a does Gimme love baby, wanna know the reason I'm rich? Different color hard tops every season I switch That's how we do it on the eastside speakin' of which When you see me with my people Long Beach in this b**h Deep in this b**h [Hook x2] (Repeating "New West!" in the background) [Outro] (Repeating "New West!")

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