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Crooked I - Banger On My Lap
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Artist: Crooked I
Song: Banger On My Lap


Yea, Circle Of Bosses, C.O.B., Crooked I
Yo
Banger On My Lap
My seat's leaned back
I'm ready when beef crack (I hope you know the business)
White tee and tats, Fresh Dodger hats
Long Beach is where we at

Crooked keep infinite cannons to blame at y'all
Put hammers in your mouth like ambassor, a damn Neanderthal
Ratchets draw, I'm last to fall, standin' tall
Your blood on the canvas, that's all the camera saw
Yea, fake pussies despise me
Cause I pull up dumpin' shots while the Bathin Ape hoody disguise me
And for the shit I'm writing you should straight Pulitzer prize me
I'm a beast, I aint lettin' stray bullets survive me
This Wes Craven's a thug, I'm Tech wavin'
Makin you a res-haven for slugs, your chest cavin'
You meet death facin' the mud, I'm neck breakin'
Die in your vest tasting your blood, I'm breath takin'
My trigger finger go ring, them things tored you
Doctors are gone find  a machine to breathe for you
The Hammers will King Thor you, the beam floor you
It tore through your spleen, poor you
Choirs will sing for you
I'm missin' noodles, you niggas poodles
Dont try to resist cause this is futile, but I give you kudos
Props my nigga, then I'ma give you two holes
When cops come asking what happened
I'ma tell em "who knows"
Never talking, I rather walk in a cell
Direct a call for the bail cause tellin' is awful as hell
And snitchin's a nail in your coffin as well
Get knocked off from shots called by Young Bosses in jail
This is the life we lead nightly
Creep lightly through the streets with G's like me
It's like the serpent made Adam & Eve bite me
I put the knowledge of good and evil on trees like leafs
Paper, I flip cream with my notebook
Hot 16's and a dope hook
Sometimes I freestyle, now I call that flow the no-look
You dont use pens either? good, but you no Crook
I dust your flow of just to show of
Busters know they cant term this hustlers blow of
Face it, you basic, you whack as niggas is gettin' wasted
I reach in my waist and my .38 rip
Bullet stray zip through the air like a spaceship
Hit you under the chin give you a face lift, you aint shit
I'm on some bang, bang Circle Gang shit
Puttin blood on your shoes like Games Hurricane kicks
Get murdered man, with perfect aim get your vertebras clipped
Further pain administer from my burner, same clip
Slip, we wont leave a witness
When you in my city, I hope you know the business
Yea nigga
When you in my city, hope you know the business

Banger On My Lap
My seat's leaned back
I'm ready when beef crack (I hope you know the business)
White tee and tats, Fresh Dodger hats
Long Beach is where we at

So I hope you know the business, knawImean
I'm over here on this mothafuckin Westcoast holdin it dizzown
YouknowImtalkinabout
Eastside Long Beach baby, 562 till the whole world through
Boss of the New West Movement! C.O.B.!
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