Paroles:
Crooked I Hood Star

any time I can start splurging The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick

By givin stitches, the life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem

from home They steal this pain and may not know it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna

any time I can start splurging The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick

rider on your side. (Crooked I) [overlapping the last line of the chorus] Hey speakin' a rhyme or two That's what the hell I do You player hatin' Crooked I

a pen; if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin [repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen" I'm from a land of black

car I'm not a star, I'm a nigga that'll issue the scar I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him at the bar Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook A'

the beat like all the rest So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west With his gansta waves and gangsta hoods He made friends with dealers and crooks

it come to women, ya man Aarons good I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa) I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies I