Crooked I - Death Row's Back lyrics

[Intro:]

Lights out in this bitch

Sit your ass in that chair

You ain't goin' nowhere nigga

[gun cocks] Got this heater ready

Will even crack ya ass over tha head witta bottle

Whatever the fuck we gotta do to let you know..

[Verse 1:]

That ain't no nigga sicker then me

I'm as sick as can be

They get offended when I'm rippin' tha beat

You can't get dough quicker then me

Cause in particularly

I get figures like I'm flippin' some D??

I don't know whatchu claim but I'm pro wit' the aim

Nigga the Crooked'll put a whole in ya brain

Stick pole in ya dame make her strow witta caine(sp?)

Notorious label and Death Row is tha name, huh

Money and power and I devour cowards

Wit' bullets that come in a thousands miles and hour

How's about get tha ?? wit' tha shower

Witcha house wit' bullets that might knock down towers

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Punk motherfuckers wanna fuck wit' me

Get wild, get drawn then I shoot ya team

Niggaz gettin' slumped uncomfortably

Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree

In ya motherfuckin' faces witta' bumper bee

Killa enemy, in any vicinity

Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!)

You niggaz can't fuck wit' that

Rubbin' ya guns but where you bustas at?

Pull up at the club and get out the truck wit' gats

Death Row's Back now what's up wit' that?

[Chorus: x2]

You can do what you want but can't stop this here

We got niggaz on the block in fear

Some gangsta shit is about to drop this year

Our rise to the top is near

You been waitin' around for that West Coast shit

Ghetto ass out from the Death Row clique

If you a hustler then check yo crip

If you a hater then you can suck a dick..

[Outro:]

Suck A Dick...