[Intro]
Hip-Hop Weekly, Crooked I, C.O.B
Circle of Bosses, 51 point... point... point...
Lunno
Let's do it
Yeah
We gon' lay back, mane
Let that slow flow kill'em a lil' bit
Can I air out a n***as beat or what? (Aye)
We 'bout to go hard right now, mane
You know 52, we gon' get it done
Wrap it up
Appreciate everybody's support
This is for the bar lovers, man
N***as who love bars
Strictly for people who love bars (Yeah)
Check my pulse on this one

[Verse]
Soon as I come in the buildin'
The icy necklace summon my children (Yeah)
Women know I'm one in a million (Yeah)
A n***as pocket is touchin' the ceilin'
Haters, fuck whatcha feelin'
A thug and a villain
It's nothin', I'm chillin' (Chea)
Gentlemen demeanor, but I got screws loose, yeah
Let my goons loose, shit on you like prune juice
A n***a so fly, I'm defying gravity
I need a fresh pair of moon boots
Vroom, baby, hit the moonroof
Cocksucka, this is boss life
I'm pushin' green
Still ball hard as some of you pushin' soft white
And this industry is all hype
You prolly think I got my money and fame
Like Pippen, off Mic
No microphone checks, just street money
If you ain't talkin' money, you speak funny
Weak dummy (Yeah)
Why you think your chick is rentin' all these suites from me? (Huh?)
You want the sweet honey?
But I need the green, sonny (Cha-ching)
This is real, this the deal
N***a, my skill is ill
Been in them killin' fields, my n***a
I'm in 'em still
And if you strippers got the whipper peel
I give you bills
Got me handin' out more dubs than Rent-A-Wheel (Owww)
Jealous haters wanna trip, that ain't in my damn plans
To sacrifice me like I am lamb
You can ask Diceman, that's my right-hand man
Give'em my right hand, man
We lifespan fam (What)
I'm Crooked I, young Obama, the boss
Convertible coupe, I took my car's Yamaka off
It's hotter than a Molotov
Ain't no problem to floss
When's the last time Dominic lost? (Never)
I paid dues at a phenomenal cost (Yeah)
Cross hang to thee abdominal
So adios, vaminos, patnah
Holla, get lost
So before them llamas let off
Rocket launchers
I can haunt ya, diggin in ya pockets, aren't ya?
To get me off ya
Send me offers, my semi off ya
All of my guns just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper
I'm the muthafuckin' Eastside, I'm Long Beach breathin'
Got goons in every city, we own each region (C.O.B.)
Yeah, we rally for peace, but the chrome keep squeezin'
Please don't make me the reason your dome piece bleedin'
You racin' my bullets ain't The Tortoise and The Hare
Leave you so stiff, I sniff rigor mortis in the air
Yeah, hope the Lord is in ya prayers
'Cause it's more than just a dare
Beware, I'm giving orders n***a, yeah
Prepare, put on your vest 'cause the West is wild
A nice slice under your neck, give you an extra smile (Say cheese)
Smith & Wesson in my possession
I address the crowd
Fresh to death, god bless the child
I'm the Block Obama (C'mon)
Got enough soldiers to stop Osama (C'mon)
C.O.B., cock your llamas, let's ride out
Put it all on my mama, I got West side clout
You wanna pop that drama? You best hide out
Get out of my way, let a cat gain ground
Even political analyst know my campaign sound
My opponents don't wanna give up the rap games crown
So I work hard in the biz like I'm raps James Brown
Perhaps you should know you are not my contender
I know so much about hip-hop, I forgot what I remember
Yeah n***a, I'm knockin' out pretenders
Bend ya lil' slender over
Put my cock in her Virginia
When Crooked spit, it's pure art like a ese's tat
Rest of them cats? Hell yes, they wack
Me wack? Man, that's like sayin' KRS can't rap (What)
And if I ain't at the roundtable, then the West ain't back (Nah)
Me wack? Man, that's like sayin' KRS can't rap
And if I ain't at the roundtable, then the West ain't back, n***a
[Outro]
Block Obama, the mixtape comin' soon
Ya mean
DJ Strong and Whoo Kid
Yeah
Hip-Hop Weekly, man
If I ain't at the roundtable, then the West ain't back
Speakin' of the roundtable
Shouts out to my dude, Jay Rock
Ya mean
Mistah F.A.B
Turf Talk
Ya know what I'm talkin' about
That dude, Krondon
Mitchy Slick
Feel me
It's a real roundtable over here, man
Y'all already know about
My n***a G. Malone
My n***a Bishop Lamont
Mykestro
My n***a Lil' Bam
Wolfwanggg, the banger
My n***a Scrap Dolla, over there
Ya know what I mean
Y'all know what we doin', man
West Coast
Owwww
Where my n***a BH from the Industry Killaz at?