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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crown
Crown
Performer
Mooch
Mooch
Performer
Rigz
Rigz
Performer
M.A.V.
M.A.V.
Performer
Rob Gates
Rob Gates
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Gates
Rob Gates
Songwriter
Thomas Mooney
Thomas Mooney
Composer
Colin D Harris
Colin D Harris
Songwriter
Ronnie Jones
Ronnie Jones
Songwriter
Travis Florence
Travis Florence
Songwriter

Lyrics

YoYoYoYoYoYoYoYo You already know we was coming to the motherfuckin' party,You heard! It's the Underground Crown man Yall n****s already know we don't give a fuck about none of that shit We break crowns and all that You know slap n*****s and all that Get cracked and all that IT'S DA CLOTH N***************** Yoyo, I beat the shorty like kittio I'm good with my syllables shoppin' and chop the 50 Shot the chopper like a chopper I helicopter the semi If I gotta come back, i'm making Popi a frisbee Toss his ass straight to my dogs, they want the benjis Bend ya head on the corner, I left 'em next to a 10 speed This dopeanese dope house spittin', I need my rent please Ya favorite rapper try me, it's nasty, they gettin' Swiss cheesed My 16's are seldom, have 'em feeling like 16 My dope so pure be flyin' like when the wind breeze I breeze off, come wit the titties and then i squeeze off Being deep on the beach I give her D, then I recharge The way she gave me knowledge I gotta say it was retard Underground Crown from the water we whippin' Sea Moss This real shit they talkin' we livin' the shit that we on Number 1 you n*****s pee on Ayo the streets psalms beams on the baby 80's, the neons It's been awhile since you seen this many phenoms Past ya level, i'm broke ima smash the peddle It's XD 40 on me with the ashy metal I'll make a way out, no way it ain't my path to settle But for now, the smack white and all the cracks be yellow Frontin' thinking you living long, ima slash ya schedule Get beat, back of the head till it's flat and jello You bout to dumb it down, we runnin' laps all through the underground Stomp the crown, or whoever got it this hungry sound Came from the times I felt like the hurt speak Droughts had a stressed, it's close to the 3rd week Now i'm going to a territory that's foreign, let's hit the fiends Line 'em up, tell 'em 10, i'll be back in the morning And bookin', get in the rain had a dream of performing Got bonded out then I know... don't play with ya callin' I got a house click and 3 n***** that's in the West The fiends steady mobbin' they saying my shits the best There's always 1 n**** that's trying to spend the cheque Before we drop a bag wit me, need something that he can test See I let it talk, hand over the bread and walk This not that relationship, I went off the blood and chalk Yeah the money good, but the semi make 'em somersault Bubble through the Winter Rock, I might take the Summer off These n***** is rap fanatics I'm into cracks, and packin' nasty matics Drugs and guns go hand-in-hand, but that's a nasty habit They talkin' Underground Crown I'm talkin' heavy grey rounds and close quarters Get it over no torches What you know about them schick razors, on those saucers... nothing Go harder than welfare enforcer Coke connoisseur, and a poppy to endource ya Either way, whatever the dealings is going to cost ya! I had to sell hard, to make a couple of dollars here Now I got the house, it's the door at the bottom rear N***** foul set you up, I need to biggest Lexus truck I told you we can bet the buck.n***** aha Ayo 3 clicks for the 9.11, had to triple-up Run-down, n**** hot, he gone put his gun down Ayo Forty that you, you know I like a 40 that's new Sporty like coup She ain't my bitch she like you... you can keep her I look expensive in Nike boots Make it look simple I'm the lead on the pencil... n****, i'm the lead on the pencil I'm gettin' money in the town a hundred for 5 eighths All the rubber pounds they sent it through 5 states I'm puttin' on every extension a 9 take Smack you over and over till mine break Underground Crown we making the town shake... wassup... n****! Cloth! Southside! Fuck outta here! Gone!
Writer(s): Colin D Harris, Robert Gates, Ronnie Jones, Thomas Mooney, Travis Florence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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