Crooked Anthem I Lyrics


Non-album songs

Lyrics to Crooked Anthem I
Crooked Anthem I Video:
(feat. C-Loc)

[Chorus: Profitt]

Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!),
Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!),
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),
Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!),
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),
Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!)

[First Verse: C-Loc]

Fools and fellas start bailin' cuz look we quick to blaze somethin',
Keep it hoppin' Lil' Mama, so won't you quickly shake somethin'?
From the projects, to Hollywood, back up in the projects,
Slang chickens off in every hood, can't nare a nigga stop that,
Profitt, and C-Loc y'all know you heard of that,
I ain't trippin', anything movin' boy we gone murder that,
Be gone where you don't deserve to breathe boys,
spittin' game to one-time,
I hope they got they two cuz bitch I got mine, ya heard me?
Steady hollerin' Down South niggas act a fool my nigga,
Totin' two twenty-threes, so fuck the rules my nigga,
Got a donkey dick to give a bitch the blues my nigga,
Like the deep freezer better keep your cool my nigga,
Tell your Mom you met the psychopathic madman,
And when you come up missin', tell 'em check behind the trash can,
May God be wit'cha when I hit'cha with the Mac in the back,
Take that you bitch you, and tell Satan that,
I did it for my....


[Second Verse: Profitt]

My Brightwood riders,
Hillside riders,
Paulfield, Porchscroh, 3rd Ward riders,
Four block riders,
Southside riders,
Two nine riders,
Naptown riders,
Say damn little put 'em up,
You swear that you hard enough,
Let it be known that you got 'em bust,
Let it be known that your set get buck,
Now who the fuck,
Am I? I'm bringin' noise out the Nap,
Been hard from the back,
Profitt and C-Loc don't know how to act,
Screamin' how you do dat?
Terror, from the South of my house,
Bring on the Pall Bearer, cuz we takin' hoes out,
Indiana playa, you hatin' every bit of that,
Which you could get rid of that,
We hit you then split you, forget you like 40 get sick wid that,
Presidental stat, our town is where it all go down,
Me on the track with C-Loc for sure burn it down,
Midwest gone get at'cha, pullin' weight like a tractor,
And down to get dirty playa if I have to

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