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Crooked I - Crooked Don't Dance
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Artist: Crooked I
Song: Crooked Dont Dance
Produced by: MG
Appears on: St. Valentines Day Bossacre


Intro: (Crooked I)

Yo MG, it’s a lotta dudes I’ma smash on man
Right now, it’s about gaining power and then striking at the heart, you know
Art of War shit man
Lotta funny niggas out here in this industry man
St. Valentines Day Bossacre
Some of these niggas done stepped on their ice game up
And they didn’t see, I’m ? hahaha

Verse 1: (Crooked I)

Fertilize a flow, I’m still talkin’ shit
Young Boss is it, but get off the dick
I sip sauce, dip floss, forget Moss and Vick
When I’m pissed off, you see bullets, I exhaust a clip
Get lost and dip, before you get molly whopped
Shotty pop, ladi da, slugs make your body rock
Niggas get Karate chopped by my Whitney and Bobby glocks
Those stay together forever in a Maserati drop
You? You a lolli pop, sucker ass mothafucka
Undercover fags, searchin’ for lovin’ from another brother
Crooked from the gutter, gutter, rougher, tougher, run for cover
Slugs’ll hover over your head fucker, I shoot your mothers mother
I’m bout respect, a drop out, I hop out with Techs
You cop out? I knock out your set
With a block out, bra bow, blood drop out your neck
Pop you with Russian choppers, fresh Moscow the neck

Chorus: (Crooked I)

You can lean if you like, C-Walk if you want to
Snap if you like, B-Walk if you want to
Rock if you like, Clown Walk if you want to
That’s what it do, let me tell you what it don’t do

Verse 2: (Crooked I)

Crooked don’t dance, naw, bottle in a niggas hands
Crooked don’t dance, naw, pistol in a niggas pants
Crooked don’t dance, naw, that ain't in a niggas plans
I just move side to side and holla at bitches man
I once knew a DJ, pushin’ Cali mixtapes
Nigga tried to play me, movin’ at a quick pace
Grab the Baby AK, Crooked is the sickest case
Waitin’ to catch him slippin’ so I can split the son of a bitches face
Niggas quick to stab you in your back, that’s when the beef enter
Mongoose, Snake Hunter, cut the grass and eat dinner
Hundred percent street nigga, cheap killer
Squeeze triggers over three figures if I need skriller
On the Re-zilla, I thought I told you bout cob
C.O.B., I thought I told you bout the mob
Buddy bang if you bang do your job
But we thicker than the bla (block?), Eastside, I throw it up like a log
Why you think these chicks wanna get with the hot fellas
My bitch got tits that make Vivica Fox jealous
Livin’ Above the Law, forget what the cops tell us
Good defense team, them niggas will not fail us 

Chorus: (Crooked I)

You can lean if you like, C-Walk if you want to
Snap if you like, B-Walk if you want to
Rock if you like, Clown Walk if you want to
That’s what it do, let me tell you what it don’t do

Verse 3: (Crooked I)

Crooked don’t dance, naw, bottle in a niggas hands
Crooked don’t dance, naw, pistol in a niggas pants
Crooked don’t dance, naw, that ain't in a niggas plans
I just move side to side and holla at bitches man
This is straight Boss music, bang it if you feelin’ that
Lean your seat back, till all they can see is your fitted hat
Plasma screens, watchin’ HBO and Cinemax
Pull up to the front of the club, where all them bitches at

Outro: (Crooked I)

Yeah, I’m just playin’ chess with these niggas right now man, youknowImean
Few coward ass niggas smilin’ in my face right now
That stabbed me in the mothafuckin’ back
Just lettin’ them niggas know, we gone get at y’all
For now, we in the mothafuckin’ club, iced out
C.O.B., youknowImsayin
It’s the Art of War nigga
We gain Power, Money, Respect
Then we cut your mothafuckin’ throat
C.O.B., yea, we comin’ niggas
Boss of the New West Order
Check my files nigga
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