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letra de 3 bitches - crooked i

[intro: crooked i]
i was raised in the 80’s by n-ggas who pushed crack
who was raised in the 70’s by n-ggas who pushed smack
who was raised in the 60’s by n-ggas who pushed black
it’s ‘08 now, all that sh-t dun got pushed back
they say life is a b-tch
still chill with my sweet miss’
making money is a b-tch
still crooked keep riches
packin’ guns is a b-tch
but still my heat vicious
i say “ain’t that a b-tch”
just me and my 3 b-tches

[chorus: knoc-turnal & crooked i]
i fly high in the sky with my rooftop lady (yeah)
said she wanna fly high just to be my baby (yeah)
she just wants to kick it
she just wants to kick it (yeah) with a true o.g. like me
just me and my 3 b-tches
i fly high in the sky (yeah) with my rooftop lady
said she wanna fly high (yeah) just to be my baby
she just wants to kick it (yeah)
she just wants to kick it with a true o.g. like me
just me and my 3 b-tches
[verse 1: crooked i]
c.o.b. ‘till a n-gga got grey hair
haters wanna k!ll me, cops never play fair
got the west on my back ‘cause i ain’t scared
feel like when pac passed he named me the main heir
street life soldier, heater keeps smokin’ like a peace pipe
put you in the breeze like doja
being nice is over
adidas, n-gga, each stripe cobra
teachin’ money to speak like oprah
death to my enemies
a shot to the head took my good friends memory
he don’t even remember me
even though it’s his head that f-cked mine up mentally
selfish as it sounds they gotta die for what they did to me
f-ck his leg, i’m a bust him in his head
dozen shots in cuzzin, to have a discussion with the dead
if i slip up and they touch me with the lead
don’t rush me to the hospital them suckas want to cuff me to the bed
listen, the underbelly of society is speakin’
if it’s beef ya seekin’, you should aspire to be a vegan
if you speakin’ on green, i’m thinkin’ you preachin’ to the choir, in the deacon
my chain shinin’ brighter than a beacon
yeah
whatever the budget, whenever cheddar’s the subject
my beretta hold you n-ggas up better than crutches
and a n-gga know it ain’t right
give me your money, your guns or your life
me and my 3 b-tches
[chorus: knoc-turnal & crooked i]
i fly high in the sky with my rooftop lady (yeah)
said she wanna fly high just to be my baby (yeah)
she just wants to kick it
she just wants to kick it (yeah) with a true o.g. like me
just me and my 3 b-tches
i fly high in the sky (yeah) with my rooftop lady
said she wanna fly high (yeah) just to be my baby
she just wants to kick it (yeah)
she just wants to kick it with a true o.g. like me
just me and my 3 b-tches

[verse 2: crooked i]
you don’t like my frown, too bad
i’m mad, dog
hoes say crooked mean
even when he smile, dude mad
n-gga, brown doo-rag
n-gga, pants got them wild, goon sag
when i step out, them house shoes drag
grippin’ on my pistol while i’m sippin’ on my cisco
when the block is hotter than chicken when it’s sizzlin’ in crisco (fa sho)
i’m spittin’ at this thick hoe
the brizzles say she’s strippin’ for quick dough
she pop pizz’ills and sniff blow
break bread with a boss, i don’t give a d-mn
ya man don’t like it, i crush the n-ggas millican
hollow tips k!ll a man
shots spin you in mid-air like you some kind of ceilin’ fan
d-mn, who’s realer than me?
‘cause where i’m from its nothing to slaughter
n-ggas bust guns when they outta put a slug in your daughter
turn your sons into martyrs
movin’ like sharks, when it’s blood in the water
you hustlin’ but see i’m hustlin’ harder
mathematic with rounds, i bust
squeeze the triggernometry on the 40cal-culus
subtract you down to dust
divide your wig, plus
knock a square out you cowards
when shots ring to the 3rd power (yeah)
nowadays, crime f-ckin’ pays
i’m superglued to long beach, i’m stuck in my ways
n-ggas know i’m ballin’, wanna know how i get down, man
don’t check soundscan, better check poundscan
[chorus: knoc-turnal & crooked i]
i fly high in the sky with my rooftop lady (yeah)
said she wanna fly high just to be my baby (yeah)
she just wants to kick it
she just wants to kick it (yeah) with a true o.g. like me
just me and my 3 b-tches (me and my 3 b-tches)
i fly high in the sky (yeah) with my rooftop lady
said she wanna fly high (yeah) just to be my baby (that gangsta sh-t is back)
she just wants to kick it (yeah)
she just wants to kick it with a true o.g. like me (west coast stand up)
just me and my 3 b-tches (my 3 b-tches)

[outro: crooked i]
guns, drugs, life
love all three
c.o.b., n-gga

- crooked i

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