Uh-Oh

Uh-oh nigga

Bring it

This is what happens when you bring the orchestra to the ghetto (live

orchestra)

Yea, is ya'll ready for this?

Bein' the ghetto representative I am

I'm guaranteed to slam

When I drops that whoopty wop bam

Somebody stop me from poppin

I'll be god damned

I'm at the chop shop gettin my drop top slammed

I'm hotter than a skillet

Grabbin' the mic to kill it

Pillage your village

With the illest lyrics

I feel as though my skill is the realest asset

That I possess

It's Crooked I takin' over the west, yes

I'm at the Benz dealership, cell phone and a glock

Straight outta the ghetto lookin' like I dont belong on the lot

But I'ma cop one, drop one

Then I'ma smash through LA county

Jump out that V6 with house shoes and brownies

Flossin' on the one time

Money burnin like a vampire in sunshine (burn)

For those who dont know what I said

Game I'm spillin'

It's like the ceilin'

Over your head

[CHORUS:]

It's the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D

Rockin' the whole sha-oh uh-oh

It's the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D

Rockin the whole sha-oh uh-oh

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

The prolific writer inside of this pacific sider

Won't let me write up

Simple hate in spite of the money I might acquire

I gotta be tighta

Than any thug that recite a

Yea my pockets mighta get wider

But see I'm still a RIDA

I slide up on hoes who be clubbin'

'Cause I don't see nothin wrong

With shovin' a muffin up in your oven

The lovin' after the huffin and the puffin

You can choose, I ain't hand-cuffin

Baby I'm reppin from the W-E-S

Wait a minute... T-S

I-D-E-S we get ready to B.S.

P.S. we fresh for '99 you suckas

No more hittin' licks and trippin' off these fuckers

Now that ski-mask is strictly for Aspen

I used to crack crews like statues in Agnes

Now I got 'em slam dancin' like Marilyn Manson fans

And throwin' a tantrum to the anthem

[CHORUS]

Known Crooked I comin' steadily, heavily

In felony they tellin' me my pedigree

It better be incredibly high fidelity

See, let it be known hypothetically

Step to me?

Wrong theoretically

Your head will be flown, flown

I'm backstage in the zone

It's 10:54

Six minutes Crooked I and you're on

Uh-uh on first I do my s-s-song

Then I take a lady h-h-home

[CHORUS]

...And there you have it

Thats what happens when the T to the I-L

Connects with Mr. Crooked I

You see us comin?

Uh-oh