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

The shit never dropped, people askin me «how come?»

Left Death 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 wit my click, I don’t fuck wit 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?

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?)

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 suckers would talk lame

Fifty two blue diamonds, that’s how the cross came

Half a milli on a bling, step up my floss game

Niggaz 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, fuck that, I’m killin’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 skills 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 «Fuck you nigga», it’s starin me Pardon me Everybody know the industry’s the new dope game

That’s why the flow came potent as cocaine

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 bitches is feelin’the thug

Swimmin’in Crys unlimited bubb

Dodger fitted, that’s how this nigga 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 bitch

Deep in this bitch

(Repeating «New West!"in the background)

(Repeating «New West!»)