Crooked I feat. Kobe Circle Gang Anthem Lyrics

Block Obama II Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Circle Gang Anthem
  • 2 On My Mama I'm a Boss
  • 3 American Me
  • 4 3 Bitches
  • 5 Do It Like Me
  • 6 Can I Talk to You?
  • 7 You Should Be From C.O.B.
  • 8 Dream Big
  • 9 Dream Big (remix)
  • [Intro: Horseshoe Gang & Crooked I]
    I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Ghettomerica
    Eh... fuck these haters nigga
    Bitch ass niggas
    Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas
    C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)
    Ya' naw mean nigga
    Fuck you nigga
    Cash over bitches
    Controlling our block

    Hey [x5]
    Circle Gang C.O.B. (Hey) [x4]

    [Verse 1: Crooked I]
    I keep tellin' em that I'm the boss of the west
    They want to crown me spit king of the coast
    Flow meaner than most
    I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr
    I'm eager to boast middle finger
    No genius is closer, I'm deeper
    I feel your pain put your hands against the speaker
    Then I'mma heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
    Fuck a whole song I give a damn if it's a feature
    Lyrics lifting these spirits high as cannabis sativa
    Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
    Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)
    Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether
    They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them (c'mon)
    An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
    Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
    Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em
    Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's
    I used to paint pictures with my sixteens
    Now I spit plasma big screens
    Look at the vivid scenes
    Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
    That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)
    Bandanas up report to your sargeant
    Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine
    You got a party let us march in
    Hey Tiko, we don't even need L or chico to barge in

    [Hook: Kobe]
    Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at
    I got my 9 on my hip where the beef at
    My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks
    Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)
    Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)
    In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
    C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo
    The new west coming through
    Lil' niggas what you gone do

    [Verse 2: Crooked I]
    I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach
    They ain't step they foot in the city
    In my city Crooked is Biggie
    They love me cause they know I put bullets in semis
    Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny
    And I'll pull it on any
    'specially the funny sort
    This is a money sport
    I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
    I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
    Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse
    Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness
    They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
    Every witness around were straight scared shitless
    Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness
    Real talk the life of a young boss
    Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
    Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off
    One false move in the beat that's how people become lost
    C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo
    Put it on yo flag too
    Music you could sag to
    Sack a dub bag to
    Load a chrome mag to
    Slap a hatin' ass fag too
    Yeah that too
    So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
    C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you
    Haters I need a reason to
    Kill you in your sleep that'll make my dreams come true

    [Hook: Kobe]

    Circle gang, C.O.B.[x4]
    Treacherous Records Niggas

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