🎵 Black Superman (Freestyle) // by Crooked I

5 ContributorsBlack Superman (Freestyle) Lyrics [Intro] Eastside, Long Beach, brrap brrap C.O.B., circle of Bosses It's your boy Crooked Let's do it to 'em [Verse 1] They call me Black superman, Black Ruger Man Fast shootin' hand, clap your brand new Sedan I'm rap's Luther Van, got hoes throwin' panties Watch the flow blow as if I rapped through a fan, man Everybody knows from sets boroughs to vadio That chrome shotty give your body holes And I body hoes Last chick that tried to set me up, I squoze the tommy, mami, adios I'm a gangsta, vest and a chain Ain't no questions whether, I'm destined to reign Won't rest till I'm the best in the game Me and Kanye got somethin' in common You have to attach the West to the name Crooked Give me mine or I'm gonna squab with critics I never rock without my Dodger fitted Me and DJ Skee in a level 3 Benz brabus kitted I'm a boss, who got a problem with it? I live it so I can spit it Poetic pictures, Oscar vivid So when you that boxter dippin' You know that a mobster's in it Wait a minute, I'm above the Law I ain't a painter, but I love to draw Can I thug with y'all? [Interlude] Ughh Yeah, yeah I'm black superman, haha Eastside, nigga Hold on L.B.C Brrap, brrap, C.O.B., Circle of Bosses Yo, what's up, Hush? Ay, ay, man, it's your nigga Crooked, man The hip-hop cops is listening, so I can't really talk right now But a hundred of those things is coming your way Out [Verse 2] Yeah, nigga From this industry, Long Beach won't leave Even if I gotta stick a chrome piece to ya dome piece, don't breath Get cold slugs from some OGs We so thug in them pro clubs with the long sleeves Niggas that raised me, they sold ki's Some of 'em spinnin' small face hundreds, the same color as old cheese I won't squeeze, ho, please I'm so cold when I breath, it's a 20 below breeze Don't fist fight another round Big pipes sit right under my pin stripe button down Sit tight, not another sound, I ignite another round Quick like lightening, put your clique right underground I hear you sayin' some shit, but it ain't true You niggas gangbanging, claimin' a gang that don't even claim you I still do what you can't do, C.O.B, Circle of Bosses We ain't through, nigga [Outro] Yeah, nigga, y'all know what it is Dynasty, C.O.B., Circle of Bosses, nigga Crip or Blood, Cash Over Bitches, yeah, nigga what Yo Skee Let's do business, man Y'know what I'm talking about? Shouts out to Eastside, Long Beach Shouts out to Big C-Style, Lil' C-Style, Tiny C-Style My nigga TK, Young Flossy, Big Flossy, Baby Flossy You know what I mean? Eastside Cartel, ha ha We in this bitch, you know what I'm talking about? Horseshoe Gang, brrap, brrap On-One Squad, brrap, brrap You know what I mean? It's Crooked, nigga, I'm coming BOSS Music: the Album Niggas know what it is on these streets Dodger hat is back, nigga And it ain't going nowhere, you feel me? It's a new world order, nigga It's a boss world order (Biatch) Yo, Skee, what's up, man? It's your boy, Crooked I, man I need you to drop this new motherfucking exclusive shit, homie We live in the streets of L.A. right now