[Intro: Crooked I]
Yo, MG
It's a lot of dudes I'ma smash on, man
Right now
It's about gainin' power, then strikin' at the heart
Art of war shit, man
Lot of funny n***as out here in this industry, man
Some of these n***as dun stepped on my ice creams
And they didn't say "I'm sorry"
Hahahahaha
Holla at me

[Verse 1]
Fertilizer flow, I'm still talkin' shit
Young boss is it, but get off the dick
I sip sauce, big floss, forget Moss and Vick
When I'm pissed off, receive bullets
I exhaust the clip
Get lost and dip before you get mollywopped
Shotty pop, la di da
Slugs make your body rot
N***as get karate chopped
By my Whitney and Bobby Glocks
Those stay together forever in a Maserati truck
You? You a lollipop
Sucka ass mafucka
Undercover fags searchin' for lovin' from another brother
Crooked from the gutter, gutter
Rougher, tougher
Run for cover
Slugs'll hover over your head, fucker
I shoot your mother's mother
I'm 'bout respect
A dropout
I hop out with TEC's
You cop out
I knockout your set
With a block out
Blap out
Blood drop out your neck
Pop you with Russian choppers
Fresh, Moscow the neck
[Chorus]
You can lean if you like
C-Walk if you want to
Snap if ya like
B-Walk if you want to
Rock if ya like
Clown walk if you want to
That's what it do
Let me tell you what it don't do
Crooked don't dance, nah
Bottle in a n***as hands
Crooked don't dance, nah
Pistol in a n***as pants
Crooked don't dance, nah
That ain't in a n***as plans
I just move side to side and holla at bitches, man

[Verse 2]
I once knew a DJ, pushin' Cali mixtapes
N***a tried to play me, movin' at a quick pace
Grab the baby AK, Crooked is the sickest case
Waitin' to catch him slippin' so I can split the son of a bitches face
N***a's quick to stab you in your back
That's when the beef enter
Mongoose
Snake hunter
Cut the grass and eat dinner
100% street n***a
Cheap killer
Squeeze triggers over 3 figures, if I need skrilla
On the rea-zilla
I thought i told you 'bout the cob
COB
I thought I told you 'bout the mob
But he bang, if you bang, do you job
But we thicker than the Blob
East side, I throw it up like a log
Why you think these chicks wanna get with the hot fellas
My bitch got tits that make Vivica Fox jealous
Livin' above the law
Forget what the cops tell us
Good defense team, them n***as will not fail us
[Chorus]
You can lean if you like
C-Walk if you want to
Snap if ya like
B-Walk if you want to
Rock if ya like
Clown walk if you want to
That's what it do
Let me tell you what it don't do
Crooked don't dance, nah
Bottle in a n***as hands
Crooked don't dance, nah
Pistol in a n***as pants
Crooked don't dance, nah
That ain't in a n***as plans
I just move side to side and holla at bitches, man

[Post-Chorus]
This is straight boss music
Bang it if you feelin' that
Lean ya seat back 'til all they can see is your fitted hat
Plasma screens
Watchin' HBO and Cinemax
Pull up to the front of the club
Where all them bitches at
[Outro]
I'm just playin' chess with these n***as right now
Yanadamean
Few coward ass n***as smilin' in my face, right now
But stabbin' me in the muthafuckin' back
Just lettin' them n***as know
We gon' get at y'all
For now
We in the muthafuckin' club
Iced out
C.O.B
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
It's art of war, n***a
We gain power, money, respect
Then we cut your muthafuckin' throat
C.O.B
Yeah
We comin', n***as
Boss of the Midwest order
Check my files, n***a