Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N.W.A. (New West Anthem), artist - Crooked I. Date of issue: 14.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
N.W.A. (New West Anthem) |
| The shit never dropped, people askin me «how come?» |
| Left Death Row in '04 was the outcome |
| Reasons to stick around? |
| I was was without one |
| All about my money homey I gotta pile some |
| Since I’m the one, rappers gettin’their style from |
| C-O-B block boy Crooked pull out guns |
| When I’m out east they say «Crooked you wild son» |
| I’ve been in the mix |
| Quick flippin’them legitimate chips |
| Dime pieces, I keep 10 of them chicks |
| Even foreign women seek a citizenship |
| Sit in my Cinnamon whip |
| They love a criminal on a gentleman tip |
| I’m wit my click, I don’t fuck wit you other clowns |
| Rappers in my city bit me when I was underground |
| Now they wanna act friendly soon as I come around |
| Maybe 'cause the medallion’s weighin’a hundred pounds |
| What now? |
| Gangstas don’t dance, we two step |
| Nobody can stop us, we strollin’on |
| When you see us in the club, say «Hi"to the New West |
| We gone get it on baby all night long |
| (Where them haters go?) |
| Everybody from the west now Crookeds a boss mayne |
| Reppin’C-O-B, the Circle of Boss gang |
| Haters thought we missed the target |
| Thought we was off aim |
| Disappeared a year, so these suckers would talk lame |
| Fifty two blue diamonds, that’s how the cross came |
| Half a milli on a bling, step up my floss game |
| Niggaz used to clown big bank take small bank |
| Now I push around chucky whips that y’all can’t |
| I’m still in the game |
| Nah, fuck that, I’m killin’the game |
| Get yo’dame, she’s feelin’the chain |
| She’s willin’to sit in a Range |
| And arrange infinite intimate thangs |
| Between the sheets, the skills is insane |
| Feel my pain mayne |
| Hood life pumpin’my arteries |
| I’m an organ donar, now who want a part of me? |
| Haters in the club, y’all dudes is R’n B The movie’s called «Fuck you nigga», it’s starin me Pardon me Everybody know the industry’s the new dope game |
| That’s why the flow came potent as cocaine |
| Critics say I’m just a rapper lookin’for more fame |
| Till you walk a mile in my Nikes you don’t know pain |
| I’ve been on my grind since gazelles and rope chains |
| Dealt wit the ups and downs like it was nothing |
| Know I keep a Fo-Fo whenever I roll mayne |
| Shoot it at your shoes, you dance like soultrain |
| I spin in the club, so promoters let me in wit a snub |
| It’s a million pretty women to rub |
| These bitches is feelin’the thug |
| Swimmin’in Crys unlimited bubb |
| Dodger fitted, that’s how this nigga does |
| Gimme love baby, wanna know the reason I’m rich? |
| Different color hard tops every season I switch |
| That’s how we do it on the eastside speakin’of which |
| When you see me with my people Long Beach in this bitch |
| Deep in this bitch |
| (Repeating «New West!"in the background) |
| (Repeating «New West!») |