to mack a diva I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic features I feel god, but I'm crooked
it up. [x8] [Krayzie Bone] Just call it up What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed But I got more then trees Wanna see what I got
Central A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental No, you can't find the shit in a handbook Take a close look, at a rap crook Rule number one, get
it comes down to it Nigga, who's your foes and your friends? I ain't shit without my homeboyz (Crooked Eye) So what could make a crook stay down for
flush the comode, K Threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see They want to meet me half way at the nut tree
and sell extra clips Sell sand to the beach, fuzz to a peach Get double for each, sell lips to a leach I can sell Buffy some ass, sell a bum some trash Sell trees
she'd be his Remembered mother's words there beneath the tree "No matter what the world, you'll always be my baby" Mommy come quick the dreaming tree
smiled a crooked smile, winked an evil eye And said, "Well, whatcha think, my man?" This was my reply I have been bought with a price when Jesus hung on a tree
been waiting for you to come back since you left Minneapolis Snow covers the street lamps and the windowsills The buildings and the brittle crooked trees
the dark comes down Upon this stark and sullen town Will all her ghosts still hang around To wreck the party? Caroline on the breeze Whispering in the trees
the walls of work By laughter and by love, the sound of children playing And the sound of people saying, I love you, yeah you A crooked tree stands
yonder in a holler tree. What will the wedding supper be? Two green beans and a black-eyed pea. The first guest in was a bumblebee He danced a jig with a crook
So we can all get on with this I think it is unanimous The Universal Scientist Are on the endangered list Evaporating like a mist Crooked televangelist
road leads to the South for ya this time. Yeah, they all lead home. But not the ramshackle tracks down Sheenan Brigde Road. Don't go pokin' down that crooked
't miss the mark God is love and appreciation Don't miss the mark I want to feel good I want to feel right I want to feel the sun The piney trees that
We ain't givin' a fuck, I got a blunt up in my right hand 40 0z. in my lap, freezin' my balls Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all Comin' pretty deep
hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks