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Crooked I( Dominick Wickliffe )
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One More Time
Hey Bonnie, hand me my keys baby (Where you finna go?) Psh, wherever the fuck I want to, bitch! {*door slams*} (Tch, niggaz ain't shit!)
[Intro: Crooked I] Chea~! Before one of you niggaz make a new song called 'D.O.G.S' Death of Gangsta Shit, ha ha ha ha I just need to hear some West Coast G shit one mo' time (Yeah yeah, just one mo' time) Geah, just one mo' time Put your muh'fuckin finger in the air and say (one mo' time)
[Crooked I] Aiyyo, hardtop convertible - it's him again When the car stop it murder you - them killer rims Your heart stop, the seat's half suede and part croc Paint job far from stock, this is dark chop Hit the block with the system KNOCKIN on some extraloud ish You tell me it's child ish But I'm, on my Long Beach, Southern Cal' ish And my, fuck a bitch, young Chris Brown ish Hahaha.. I'm only playin wit'chu My homegirls gangbang bitch, they'll hit you Puttin hands on a woman ain't a player's issue I'd rather treat your emotions like they was made of tissue (What that supposed to mean?) Guess I'm a asswipe (Tch, FUCK YOU nigga!) Yeah, that's right Fuck me like your friend did last night Now go on and call her so y'akk can have that catfight
[Chorus 2X: Crooked I] Bitches know niggaz ain't shit We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[Crooked I] Yeah, niggaz ain't shit (nope) Reoccurin drama, with the same chick Twenty kids in your past made with the same dick Now it's a wrap on your present like you dick is Saint Nick Now she talkin all loud in court Like getting buckwild in sport, hollerin 'bout child support And you done paid up for e'ry kid She sent yo' money on other niggaz and getting her hair did Puttin Mac makeup all on her prettyface Just to get the money shot later from Mr. Weapon Wais Call Reverend Ma$e, tell him that I need prayer And ask him is it a better place for players I'm sorry, I dig a ditch for you critics A black Ferrari to gettin rich, I'm commtted The second comin of Ice Cube, 'nigga' stitched on my fitted Niggaz ain't shit, I admit it
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[Crooked I] Yeah, one mo' time Yeah yeah, just one mo' time (just one mo' time) Baby one mo' time Put your muh'fuckin finger in the air and say one mo' time
I got you haters mind puzzled How this ghetto ass nigga thinkin like Russell Goin independent was supposed to sink my boat I was already afloat with my side hustle Ice age ain't over for this Californian But the recession hit yours like global warming Neck look ice-less Damnit man your bare-ass wrist look timeless, as this rhyme is It's all about chokin chicks with my dick Then get behind her like I'm givin her the Heimlich {*cough cough*} Bend that tail over, ya dig? I'm signin off, male chauvinist Pig-{face!}
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[Outro: Crooked I] Yeah, my shit knockin Chea! My shit knockin, ha ha ha I know I'm takin hip-hop ten steps back Fuck it, PIGFACE!
[Woman] And I'm his bitch, Bonnie
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