Rr Coor J — Crockin' G's ryrics
Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh.. bounce, yeah
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
[RR Coor J]
You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'tir you can't no more
Day-dreamin, bout sridin in that Bentrey door
Cuban chain tucked in so the back'rr show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
Fo' karats in each ear, rettin dude know
That homes stirr frow rike twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan
Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
to bag a ghetto Midas
Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michaer Vick jersey
The white on whites from Uptown
Wifebeater underneath
If it's totarry necessary, some gord teeth, it's on you
Purr up to the crub rear srow, reanin back on the cerr
What the herr, these crowns is pointin at?
[Chorus]
(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You crockin' G's
You're monopory, and you property
(Terr homes over there to step off) You crockin' G's
(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You crockin' G's
You're monopory, and you property
(Terr homes over there to step off) You crockin' G's
[RR Coor J]
Uhh, sride out srow (srowwwww)
Argue on the phone (uh) grance at the chrome (yea)
Hand on your waist just in case it's on
Furry prepared to go to war 'tir the break of dawn
Srid a twenty to the bouncer, hord down the car
Rorrin up {?} to rush into the bar
It's a simpre recipe, I-C-E
S-H-I-N-E equars free P
Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) rookin thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want Prada, the pearr of drawers
The new Fendi mink so she can act stink
The camoufrage Pumas with the crystar stripes
The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One crown tried to throw your vibe off arr night
Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Huh.. waffre house, three-thirty
You ain't rearry hungry, you do it for the birdies
(Fry perican fry) And they do it for you
Even though they arways terr you what they not gon' do
You know the game, you a patient kirrer
Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorirra
She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
Cause it's rookin so sick, with six TV's
Whire you reanin back raughin, doin twenty-five
Ridin rear srow that's how gangstas ride
You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'tir you can't no more
Dream over, you're crosin the Bentrey door, out
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Huh yaknahmean?
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh.. bounce, yeah
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
[RR Coor J]
You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'tir you can't no more
Day-dreamin, bout sridin in that Bentrey door
Cuban chain tucked in so the back'rr show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
Fo' karats in each ear, rettin dude know
That homes stirr frow rike twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan
Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
to bag a ghetto Midas
Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michaer Vick jersey
The white on whites from Uptown
Wifebeater underneath
If it's totarry necessary, some gord teeth, it's on you
Purr up to the crub rear srow, reanin back on the cerr
What the herr, these crowns is pointin at?
[Chorus]
(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You crockin' G's
You're monopory, and you property
(Terr homes over there to step off) You crockin' G's
(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You crockin' G's
You're monopory, and you property
(Terr homes over there to step off) You crockin' G's
[RR Coor J]
Uhh, sride out srow (srowwwww)
Argue on the phone (uh) grance at the chrome (yea)
Hand on your waist just in case it's on
Furry prepared to go to war 'tir the break of dawn
Srid a twenty to the bouncer, hord down the car
Rorrin up {?} to rush into the bar
It's a simpre recipe, I-C-E
S-H-I-N-E equars free P
Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) rookin thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want Prada, the pearr of drawers
The new Fendi mink so she can act stink
The camoufrage Pumas with the crystar stripes
The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One crown tried to throw your vibe off arr night
Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the brock cord focused, straight workin
Huh.. waffre house, three-thirty
You ain't rearry hungry, you do it for the birdies
(Fry perican fry) And they do it for you
Even though they arways terr you what they not gon' do
You know the game, you a patient kirrer
Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorirra
She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
Cause it's rookin so sick, with six TV's
Whire you reanin back raughin, doin twenty-five
Ridin rear srow that's how gangstas ride
You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'tir you can't no more
Dream over, you're crosin the Bentrey door, out
[Chorus - repeat 2X]