Solo - Chamillionaire, Crooked I

You know it’s crazy right?

I’ve been out on the west coast

Kickin it, grindin

It’s the same thing everywhere I go though

Know what I’m talkin 'bout?

Yeah!

Major Pain boy

Man the streets just ain’t the same, I stay on the low, low

Cause y’all be messin up the game, don’t keep it real no mo'

That’s why I’m a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa

I’m solo, solo, solo, solo

Know what I’m talkin 'bout?

Took it to the west coast

Solo, solo (uh), solo, solo

The suits tried to hate on us

Solo, solo (let's get it), solo, solo (ye-yeah)

Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to God my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake, I just want my soul to creep

Do it like I did it in the Long Beach streets, when I’m upstairs with the ODB

Shame on a Nigga for tryin to run game on a nigga, lame nigga you won’t be me

Won’t be Proof, won’t be Pun, won’t be Pimp, won’t be 'Pac

Same nigga in the passenger seat askin you to pass the weed is a low key cop

(yeah)

That’s why I do my dirt by my lonely, out with the wind, my enemies don’t know

me

Even the ones pretendin to be a friend of me, my mama can feel your energy,

homeboy your phony!

Tell me you love me, dap me and hug me, knife in the back, how triflin is that?

Then the shit get ugly, the '09 Muggsy, nice with a MAC, put a price on your

hat (bap)

Came in the world all by myself, leave out the world all by myself

I remind myself to ask the most high, to protect my mind, my body,

my health (please)

Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah

Why would I kick it?

All y’all some snitches, y’all look suspicious,

don’t need your love (love)

Used to love me when I was broke, I got rich and now you’re gonna heat me up?

You gon' beat me what?

Come on Cletus, walk over your limp back

I am not the one to be pissed at, cause you gon' mess around and get pimp

slapped (yeah)

Nothin worse than a beggin stripper, not dancin, sayin I better tip her

I ain’t down with that beggin baby, get on your grind, cause I beg to differ

Naw I wasn’t born with a silver spoon (spoon)

Snakes ain’t welcome up in the room (room)

Bet ya I’m the one that make you change your tune

When I bomb up on ya like «tick, tick, tick, boom»

Super cool, don’t be fooled by the haterism on overdose (dose)

Hombre negocio es en la casa, it’s over folks (folks)

Gettin money from coast to coast and that’s the reason I hold the most

Better not be in my rear view, cause I will shoot when I’m on the spokes

It ain’t fair for you, get a parachute, I’ll embarrass you if you don’t leap

Don’t matter if I roll deep, you be «Super Dave» and you gon' leak

Run up on me actin like ya hungry, I turn the heat to a cold feast

You gonna feel like you obese when I make ya swallow my whole piece

(*gunshot*)