Chamillionaire and KXNG CROOKED - Everything

This messed up in here right now Mayne
You got bars wearing skinny jeans
Bragging out clothes like
That's what that is Mayne
Smell like unration around here Mayne
Sensation know am saying
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (Me too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)

Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's next on the West might as well be me
Fans get mad cause I ain't drop a album
Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come
A better questions how come
I pull out guns on ya loud mouths
I can't leave the house without one (Blah)
Keep it real I don't need imitations
Go guard your club I don't need invitations
Your art is suck
Crooked go hard as fuck
Nigga so hard it's nuts
I exceed limitations (Ow)
Lyrical genius I breathe innovation
Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient
Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out
I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (Yeah)
Tony Touch told me not to conform
Now I'm coming at you like a tropical storm
And I'm knocking down every fucking obstacle born
Not to conform like a Mormon who shoplift for porn
After you rock I'm ma yawn
Gimme the mic I'm ma rock till the dawn
I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun
With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone

Your everything I need (Sup Chamillionaire)
Everything I want baby everything I need
Do what you want me too (Your all we need)
I would do everythang (Southwest connection)
When start money for you (Know am talking bout)
Ooohhhh baby (R I P Pimp muthafucking C) Yeah
What else is there to do (R I P Easy muthafucking E)
I don't know
I don't know
But I'll cry

Yeah I know I'm sick enough to bless you ha choo
The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't going lie
Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you
Texas in my blood Pimp C and Screw
Real close to my heart like a new tattoo
Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true
I guess I got a crooked I and I'm just like you
Fans chat everyday about sells
Both in the sink you can save yourselfs
Show ya how to swim and I do it no help
Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail
Last time I wore a backpack I was in school
Silly little trans try'na player confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools
I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece duece now I'm on a duece six
Money getting made and it look like you sick
Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get
And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick
Get rich tick tick tick Boom
Sliver I never really seen that spoon
Plies ain't here so you can assume
That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room
Got a deal with me going do the deal for free
Was getting currency since C was still with P (Who)
Currency I know you feel me G
I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak
Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street

Man another bites to dust Mayne
They going have to step they game up Mayne
It's one percent juice ain't cutting it Mayne
One percent fruit juice man
Man I need some preserves man
(They starving us man)
Some electrolytes man
Crazy

Written by:
JOEL FEENEY, ROBERT ELLIS ORRALL

Publisher:
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