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Roll Call 2 (Ft. Bad Lucc, Coniyac, Locksmith & Mykestro) Lyrics


Crooked I Roll Call 2 (Ft. Bad Lucc, Coniyac, Locksmith & Mykestro)


I resemble my people told me get in there
So after turning pro, bitches thinking it's skin care
It's been a long time coming so don't push me
My mama say you can be anything in this world except pussy
Bad luck, this is you meeting the writer
You're lame and that won't change Nick Cannon meeting Mariah
I've been killing shit since Dexter was pulling wings of the butterflies
And working at church is burning my brother friednobody
The coop god a cold schizophrenic
Don't panic, it's cool and my brain is crowded
Fighting my demons with bras knuckles and face paint
A roof will get you to a pussy the ace
They say I'm sick and deranged but know I'm from the hood
The evil it's understood
It's not a lane in our rapping, till I'm the police come in stripping
The weapons came with the shirt

Yeah, you .gotta get the mind off
Only soft when in came see it raw
for a rich cause
Means exposure with the 50th
When chosen clip blow them with the mortar I'm the stiff
I can divide and conquer, leave course in the split
And I don't mean benz when I'm foreign out the whip
Yo we call it in collision when the foreign's out the hit
Assumption got his never minds pointing out on bricks
Smugs, the worst riot face when I'm pump
She want no reminiscence I got new songs for
Protect space in your necklace
Acting 2 face, i'll get soon to they
Yeah, a fatal chest blow out of nowhere
Heard bars lungs forgot air was sposed to go there

I'm the definition of definition
The depth of my deposition is
Hit the deck when I deck the bitch
In the depths in your desperate mission
You ex musicians, stick my ex

In your extra lips like an
The excellent exhibition of eloquent
Executive off my region laps' relevant
press against my lane and I will aim at you head
But you not a gun clapper, you a fun rapper
Some factor out what it's happening from with some capture
If crooked pave the way then I'm the one after
I'm every ghost rider for dr dre and one rapper
Paying homage, I vomit on track repeatedly
Set the stage on rage and make it look easy e
That way from my space to a new premises
If this the then call me the new genesis

Ah, LA leakers
Another monumental montage
Like a Molotov
All to go all against all bitch
with the narcissistic been this marvelous
I down size and when I out line the apocalypse
Instead in the club, and knock you fella

Warrup dawg, it's the king, kiss the ring
I'm dropping the guillotine so quick you forget to scream
While you twitching I'm sipping lean
Stronger than the mix between
10 more rings, we strap like that to the
That's for intervene when it's any scream
Listen to me, I'm lighting up squares like smoking nicotine
Lighting up squares like a video scene from billie jean
Listen to me, f..ck with the cops hollows will ring up
follow us, we got bottles and models and pink chucks
And all of this means, means my bank account swallow the bricks drop
And it means I walk with a mean struck, with the glock in the jeans tucked
the choppas will pop you
Stop you drop you, spin and top you
Hammers on deck like we repairing the sail boat
Hammers on deck
There are crack bars, I call them sell drope
cause that was a jail quote
You could tell it's west coast when you smell smoke.





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