![Team COB - Crooked I, Horseshoe Gang, Iceman](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284755435773925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 18.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: C.O.B, Treacherous
Song language: English
Team COB |
Through out ugliness my team there with me |
It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me |
You know my team bare with me |
You know COB is the best |
Kenny is a beast, so niggas is whatever |
You touchscreen niggas y’all sensitive to pressure |
My flow switches like the weather vicious with the letters |
I’m murder on top of sheets every written is a stretcher |
No deputy but step to me if you want the heat |
Low key so they can’t detect if I’m on the street |
If you want the purp step into my office sir |
We can even share if you wanna chief |
But if there’s no loot in it I ain’t gonna speak |
‘Cause I hustle while you’re under cover I ain’t gonna sleep |
While I’m still making references to police like a racist cop |
Niggas scared when I’m on the beat |
This is COB and we the four quarters |
Serving the whole world that’s why they call us world order |
Worse than man slaughter mix horseshoes with slaughter house |
That equals a horse man slaughter |
You know of none of me I dare devils to stunt on me |
Underneath the front seat’s where the gun’ll be when I hunt MCs |
Upon the sheets I cut your wife like sunny D |
I mean OJ my notes are doper than a hundred keys |
My gun a blame them, and them I’m gonna squeeze that random |
Give you the holy ghost I see shots to your phantom |
Brawl styles I work the beat like a cop, bitch |
Long Beach ask Snoop about this COB shit |
Through out ugliness my team there with me |
It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me |
You know my team bare with me |
You know COB is the best |
Holy crap, I spit holy crap |
What a nigga know about that |
I spit biblical shit |
Turn pricks into dead homie tats |
Then I go brapp whoever tattoo you on they back |
So your name can’t live on |
Then I’m rocking the holy golie mask |
It’s metaphor, metamorphosis |
Reservoirs, headless horsemen shit |
I severed the heads of the four horsemen |
With a forth battle swordsmanship |
The predator will teleport towards you |
To let the hells war comence |
This is the portrait of war |
My height is several stories more elite |
My mind is the thirteen level floor |
Can’t find it |
It never more exists, it’s missin' |
I call the eagle desert storm, listen |
Sayonara, shots are flying saucers |
Get it? |
you didn’t know I was with that business |
Like a silent partner |
Iceman, I got howitzer aim |
You can’t even see how high my calibres ranked |
COB yeah we tower the game |
If you mad at the higher ups than we the tower to blame |
And no matter which direction you rerouting your plane |
‘Cause we got rocket launchers that keep cowards away |
Red beam throughout your face |
Leave without a trace is like government fund you when I’m rubbing |
Leave your mid section 8 |
If you thinking 'bout taking my narcotics |
I’mma stick your arm socket |
With a sharp object your hearts clouded |
Yeah, sonnin' you rappers no Maury show |
Just 'cause you sniff powder don’t mean you can’t absorb the blow |
Through out ugliness my team there with me |
It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me |
You know my team bare with me |
You know COB is the best |
My team in the building before everybody liked contractors |
I stand by my words, perfect up my lines, line backup |
You lyin' bastards is nigh factors |
The nine fracture, you spyin' to nine fractions |
You can run but you’re not faster |
Get hollow chips my gun ring that’s the call of duty |
Put in between you two on your gay ass then call you Rudy |
Young Julius, look how I’m styling my veins |
Bitches love me like Ryan Reynolds, but I’m wilder than Van |
My niggas get paid with the arms |
Try to stop me you would get picked in the arm |
You motherfucker should be waiting your turn |
If you don’t have money that ain’t my concern |
I put it down like I finish with it |
You bitches enough, my dick is in it |
You niggas don’t know how to throw games |
I’m in the mouth off in the pitchin' |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Sickology 101 ft. Chino XL, Crooked I | 2010 |
Or Nah | 2014 |
No Sleep Gang | 2013 |
Gangsta Rap ft. Tha Dogg Pound | 2014 |
We Nah Play ft. Crooked I, Beenie Man, Snowgoons | 2015 |
Survive ft. Kendrick Lamar, Crooked I, Kobe Honeycutt | 2016 |
Premium Dope ft. Crooked I | 2016 |
Gun Harmonizing ft. Crooked I | 2009 |
Event Horizon ft. Crooked I | 2010 |
N.W.A. (New West Anthem) | 2009 |
Been So Long (Feat. Crooked I) ft. Crooked I | 2010 |
I Am What I Am ft. Crooked I | 2013 |
Take It Off ft. Crooked I, K-Young | 2013 |
Dancin' On Your Grave | 2012 |
My Last Song | 2013 |
Sometimes I Cry Yo | 2013 |
Lyrical Miracle | 2013 |
Connected ft. Eastwood, Crooked I | 2001 |
Stronger Freestyle | 2007 |
Hood Politics | 2007 |
Artist lyrics: Crooked I
Artist lyrics: Horseshoe Gang
Artist lyrics: Iceman