Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Regulatin', artist - KXNG Crooked. Album song Flag, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitmaker
Song language: English
Still Regulatin' |
| Welcome to our world ya’ll |
| COB World, C.O.B |
| This is an initiation, an invitation of sorts |
| Yo Quake, Felony Low, Queen Kong COB, fuck with me |
| 44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I’m from C.O.B |
| I ain’t set tripping, I’m just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P |
| Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D |
| Old School skating, I’m still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G |
| Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Microphone check one two lets get it |
| West Coast to death most get ghost and left |
| Don’t hold your breath, Crooked is so west with it |
| LBC baby we so crazy |
| I give her new semen rocking some Old Navy |
| City by the shoreline |
| I texturize her like Proline, oh my we so wavy |
| Drip hard like a nigga need a bib |
| When I leave the crib get the 9 millimeter sig |
| If I see the Pigs stash that they can eat a dick |
| Shorty need a big cash app she don’t need a gig, nah |
| We going to let the haters know we in our own world |
| I send you to Jamaica with your homegirl |
| A down ass chick will get rewarded |
| Same nigga say I’m tricking same nigga can’t afford it, now… |
| 44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I’m from C.O.B |
| I ain’t set tripping, I’m just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P |
| Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D |
| Old School skating, I’m still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G |
| Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Old school drop top on 24's |
| Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s |
| Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Old school drop top on 24's |
| Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s |
| Now stop |
| Don’t nobody move, where the fuck I put my lighter at? |
| Crooked got to smoke a whole cigar just to write a rap |
| Oh there it go, hold up |
| Hey what up my COB? |
| Where the Eastsiders at? |
| They gentrifying the ghetto its time to buy it back |
| All that dope ya’ll slang in the hood |
| And you ain’t got no muvafuckin' snaps on a mini-mall |
| Ahh naw pour out all the Henny dog |
| Put on a suit we about to go down to City Hall |
| Tell them muvafucka’s that its Long Beach or nothing |
| And anything is moving through the city we going to get involved |
| We all street conscious. |
| but sometimes a nigga just toxic |
| Don’t blame me for how my mind works |
| I ain’t the one who brainwashed it |
| 44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I’m from C.O.B |
| I ain’t set tripping, I’m just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P |
| Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D |
| Old School skating, I’m still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G |
| Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Old school drop top on 24's |
| Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s |
| Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Old school drop top on 24's |
| Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga |
| Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s |
| Yeah, hey put your COB flag in the air, hold it in up the air |
| Yeah keep it right there just like that |
| On the count of 3 we going to turn this bitch all the way up, alright… |
| 1, 2, 3 let’s |