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Artist: Crooked I
Song: New West Anthem (N.W.A.)
Produced by: Jim Gittum
Appears On:
Typed By: Episcop Cvrle, The Leak & Novakane


Intro:

Transmitting live from sector 3..... L.B.C.

Verse 1:

Everybody on the streets waitin' for my album
The shit never dropped people askin' me how come
Left Death Row in '04 was the outcome
Reasons to stick arround I was without one
All about my money homie I gotta pile some
Since I'm the one, rappers gettin' they style from
C.O.B. block boy Crooked pull out guns
When I'm out East they sayin' Crooked you wild son
I've been in tha mix
Wuick flippin them legitimate chips
Dime pieces I keep 10 of them chicks
Even foreign woman seek a citizenship
Sit in my cinnamon whip
They love a criminal on a gentleman tip
I'm with my clique
I don't fuck with you other clowns
Rappers in my city bit me when I was underground
Now they wanna act friendly soon as I come arround
Maybe cause the medallion's weighin a hundred pounds, what now?

Chorus:

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
(There them hater’s go?)

Verse 2:

Everybody from the West know Crooked’s 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
52 blue diamonds, that’s how the cross came
Half a milli on a bling, step up my floss game
Niggas used to clown, big bank take small bank
Now I push around chunky whips that y’all can’t
I’m still in the game
Naw fuck that, I’m killin the game
Get ya dame, she feelin’ the chain
She’s willin’ to sit in a Range
And arrange infinite intimate thangs
Between the sheets the skill is insane
Feel my pain mayne
Hood life pumpin my arteries
I’m an organ donor now who wanna part of me?
Haters in the club, y’all dudes is RnB
The movie’s called “Fuck you niggas” it’s starrin’ me
Pardon me!

Chorus:

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
(There them hater’s go?)

Verse 3:

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 Nike’s you don’t know pain
I been on my grind since Gazelles and Rope Chains
Dealt with the ups and downs like it was no thang
Now I keep a 4-4 whenever I roll mayne
Shoot it at your shoes, you dance like Soul-Train
I spin in the club, so promoters let me in with a snub
It’s a million pretty woman to rub
These bitches is feelin’ a thug
Swimmin’ in Crys’ unlimited bubb
Dodger fitted that’s how this nigga does
Give me 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

Chorus:

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
(There them hater’s go?)

(New, West! New West! New, West!) *repeat to end*