Death Rows Back by Crooked I 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' the beat
You can't get dough quicker than me
Cause in particularly
I get figures like I'm flippin' some (?)
I don't know what you claim but I'm pro with the aim
Nigga, that Crooked'll put a whole in ya brain
Stick pole in ya dame, make her stroll wit' a cane
Notorious label and Death Row is the name, huh
Money and power and I devour cowards
With bullets that come at a thousand miles 'n hour
How's about, if the howitzer, shower your house
With bullets that might knock down towers
Allow us to now, introduce the king
Punk motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
Get wild, draw down, then I shoot ya team
Niggas gettin' slumped uncomfortably
Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree
In ya motherfuckin' faces, where the bumper be
Killa enemy, in any vicinity
Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!)
You niggas can't fuck wit' that
Pumpin' 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]
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got niggas 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 sound from the Death Row clique
If you a hustler then check yo grip
If you a hater then you can suck a dick
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got niggas 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 sound from the Death Row clique
If you a hustler then check yo grip
If you a hater then you can suck a dick
[Outro]
Suck A Dick..
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' the beat
You can't get dough quicker than me
Cause in particularly
I get figures like I'm flippin' some (?)
I don't know what you claim but I'm pro with the aim
Nigga, that Crooked'll put a whole in ya brain
Stick pole in ya dame, make her stroll wit' a cane
Notorious label and Death Row is the name, huh
Money and power and I devour cowards
With bullets that come at a thousand miles 'n hour
How's about, if the howitzer, shower your house
With bullets that might knock down towers
Allow us to now, introduce the king
Punk motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
Get wild, draw down, then I shoot ya team
Niggas gettin' slumped uncomfortably
Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree
In ya motherfuckin' faces, where the bumper be
Killa enemy, in any vicinity
Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!)
You niggas can't fuck wit' that
Pumpin' 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]
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got niggas 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 sound from the Death Row clique
If you a hustler then check yo grip
If you a hater then you can suck a dick
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got niggas 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 sound from the Death Row clique
If you a hustler then check yo grip
If you a hater then you can suck a dick
[Outro]
Suck A Dick..