[Hook: Kenny]
This is who it started-st-st-started with
This is who it started-st-st-started with
SSUTT SSUTT, C-O-fuckin-B, we started this
This is who it started-st-st-started with
SSUTT SSUTT, C-O-fuckin-B, Dice, Crook, Julius and me and D started this
SSUTT SSUTT, C-O-fuckin-B, Dice, Crook, Julius and me and D started this

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
We started the C.O.B religion
Are you ridin' with C.O.B or Christians
If C.O.B was a vehicle, we the crew with the key in the ignition
And we started it, C.O.B is driven
C.O.B is the DMV, givin' out permits to hit and flee
That mean in the C.O.B commission, you need permission to hit em
I'm trynna to get a Mil tick
Add 4 zeros to a hundred n***a, real quick

[Verse 2: Dice]
Real quick n***a, real fuckin' quick
We a vehicle, the Shoes is the wheels on this bitch
Yeah, Crooked left Death Row then started this COB shit
Goons of the west coast, wild like a mosh pit
Read all about it, this is front-page news
We callin' rappers out who got unpaid dues
My n***as is with the business, n***a don't get it twisted
I cut my braids off, I ain't with shit gettin' twisted
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Julius]
This is the reenactment of Jay Hova
Reshootin' emcees, finna do the takeover man
The way the COB on, you think we were sellin' records
But we ain't got no checks from records, n***a check the records
Started out slow but look how we now movin'
Our movement is the shits n***a, call it bowel movement
So we gon' run the score up on you n***as, we don't give a shit
Game over! 0-100 n***a, real quick!

[Verse 4: Kenny]
Dropped out my momma's circle, in the Circle
As a kid I was sick with the verbals
Bustin' raps while I played with Ninja Turtles
Now I love a different type of green with the purple
Not that Donatello, that marijuana fellow
When I use the word "high", it's not a different kind of "hello"
My team goes hard, no holds barred
Don't fuck with no hoes, that's my no hoes bar
Gotta let these n***as know

[Hook]

[Demetrius]
The brothers started this shit
I'll be yo motherfuckin' bro
Dice is my motherfuckin' bro
Kenny and Julius my bro
Crooked's my motherfuckin' bro
B-R-motherfuckin'-O
Best rappers out
Best, b-best rappers out
Best rappers out
Best rappers, y'all know
In real life, they can't fuck with the brothers on that mic, nobody, y'all know
The best rappers alive came from the same womb
The same coccoon, raised in the same room
Small room, lyrically puttin' crack in the street
Concrete rose us from the same crack in the street
We all bloomed, we all got talent too
A mix between Michelangelo and Maya Angelou
And Michael Jackson too, the rap Jackson Five
But fuck them other Jacksons, we Michael multiplied
[Julius]
When it's Crook n Shoes, they call us Crooked Shoes
I can't walk a straight line, full of booze
Let's get this understood
We grindin' til the Earth burns turn to fuckin' soot
Can I get another SSUTT?
We do this shit the way brothers should
"Drum Murder" video, matchin' black hoodies, brotherhood
Growin' up together taught us how to kill booths
"Grow" and "up" together, we the real "group"

[Dice]
The bro's gotta school yo, that's the point we been stressin'
But can't press the issue on the bench, that's bench pressin'
But speakin' of benchpressin', we keep our bars up
But still out here on every corner like a Starbucks
I know you motherfuckers hopin' we'll fall off
But me and the bros ride til the wheels fall off
Whether we walk or run, stand up or fall
Over here it's all for one, one for all

[Kenny]
My momma was a rider, father was a drug dealer
Older brother was a Crip, guess that's why I'm thug n***a
Ask me where I'm from? No. This is Crip or Blood n***a
Tell me that a n***a got beef, shoulder shrugs n***a
We can take it to the damn streets, throw on gloves n***a
Not too quick to give up my connect, but I may plug n***as
Bratt, shit, we're them fuck n***as at
Shit, give a fuck n***a