[Intro: Crooked I]
Eastside Crooked I, C.O.B. until I die
If they say I'm not a boss, n***a that's a damn lie
Where my Gs in this bitch?
Bring California back
Where my Gs in this bitch?
Bring-bring California back
(x2)

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
You can ask rich boy cause he know
He seen us walking 50 deep through the casino
Long Beach Eastside, n***as yelling (Ay!)
Dynamic Certified, them my n***as (Ay!)
C.O.B. is worldwide get it right (Ay!)
In Sydney, Australia ask DJ Age
On the freeway switching lanes, 3 AKs
On my way to the PJs, Crooked ain't changed
Westcoast, dirty South, East I'm tri-coastal
Flow is so anthrax cause I goes postal
When I goes postal the mail goes global
Remy in my coke, that's who iced out my logo
Candy-painted Chevrolet pulling out the crib, yeah
Long Beach fitted cause I get it how I live, yeah
Big ass .45 poking me in my ribs, yeah
That'll show you barbers how to part a n***a's wig, yeah
Still on the block even though I got papes
Catch me at hop where my n***a pop gates
Real n***as love me because I'm not fake
I just want some unity and let's clock cakes
Shouts out to my n***a Stro', Glasses Malone
Me and Bishop in the booth rocking microphones
I fuck with Guerilla Black, Reggie where the Realest at?
You can ask Chino, Sway and Tech, them the realest cats
Yeah I fuck with Spider Loc and Game, you ain't feeling that?
What you want me to say, I got love for both them n***as, black
Coniyac the X-O, Aftermath, Death Row
Treacherous is here, now let's here it for the West Coast
Misfit, Hostile Clique, my n***a Tiny Style
Hobo, Long Beach Bam, how you like us now?
Enemy of Morticia, Big Chan and Sylk-E. Fyne
Kola Loc and Diamond, Yo-Yo you in your prime
Yukmouth and Keak Da Sneak, rest in peace 2Pac
DK and SKG, what up 40 Glocc
Bullet Loc and Brotha Lynch plus my n***a Ras Kass
Lil J, Shorty K, Tip, Coco Loc and Badazz
Mamey Gun, South Central, Little C-Style and Living Proof
On one and Horseshoe (Ay!), realest n***as in the booth (Ay!)
Wolf Wanggg and Hussein, Nook Dog and LC
Bo Rock and Show Shock, damn I love the LB
Siccmade, EC Uno, my n***a QP
N***as down in San Diego doing it like some true Gs
Big Syke and One-2 down there from the double 9
True hogs, young hogs, damn I'm running out of time
Jim Gittum, Komplex, hottest on my project
Big Fase, Hot Dollar, Stacee Adams got next
Eastwood is self-made, Chase and Self Scientific
Iman and Sinful, love to hear my n***as rip it
Ya heard?
Off the head, my freestyle flow
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know
Who West-representing?
[Adlibs]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
It ain't my fault I'm so cold on you nothing hoes
Momma taught me about hoes, see a woman knows
A real woman knows exactly how the fronting goes
I let you lie, let the truth remain unexposed
Peg legs and canes couldn't make a n***a lame
See I ain't the n***a trying to get some pussy with his chain
Hollywood-ass n***a trying to drop names
My n***as is real, they taught me that boss game
I could change your life, baby if you roll the dice
My n***a, Pimpin' Leprechaun he gave me some cold advice
"What do you tell a bitch with two black eyes?
You don't tell her nothing, you already told her twice"
Game from the pulpit, come and get anointed
I don't hit a bitch I just say I'm disappointed
Then make them bend backwards like they double-jointed
Got to do it for poppa, man they can't avoid it

[Outro]