[Intro: Crooked I]
Yeah, n***a
It's the Block Obama, man (Yeah)
Long Beach stand the fuck up, man (Yeah)
And nah
I ain't acceptin' no donations from the KKK for my campaign (Yeah)
Hahahaha
Yeah
Fuck what'cha hard (C.O.B.)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Woo

[Verse]
Here's somethin' that I never wanna do
Rappers
That's listen to any one of you
Bastards
Who give a damn that you got a gun or two
Laughter
Ha, ha, ha, dumb motherfucker you
Actors
When I come at'cha, I fracture ya stature
Then after, I clap ya, I smack ya cadaver
I'm switchin' lanes, high speed
The coupe cost the same as 25 P's of Thai weed
Blew off some change
Treat the coupe like a show, I tore the roof off
It made posture, sit awkward, dudes off the chain (Yeah)
And I'ma Lou Rawls the game
That's stay in it so long, I'll need two bras to change
Me? into new drawers, I'm too raw, you aren't the same
Do draw, please, I'm lookin' for some new art to hang
Picture a shot turnin' you into a mural
And me payin' the Federal Bureau with all Euros
I'm the best rapper alive
I cook, taste, chew, then digest rappers alive
The West champ has arrived
The next chapter is mine
A chess master
Yes, I find moves with my IQ that you're blind to
All I do is put my foot in ya shoe
Now I'm you
Hmm, what would I do?
I counter attack you haters when I don't try to
I don't need my eyes, dude
I just need my minds view (What)
I'm like woo (Woo)
Crooked is on a level you'll never get
On the East side where them Ruger's let off for the stupid hell of it (Blaow)
Long Beach where I poly with my super delegates
Who's the new boss of the beach? the truth is delicate (Hahahaha)
[Outro]
But it's evident
New West, n***a
Yeah
It's time for change
Change in your pocket
A muthafuckin'...
Change of scenery on the West
Leadership
Obama