Circle Gang Anthem chords by Crooked I
Verse 1
Abm
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the
United
States of
Ghetto
America
Aye fuck these haters nigga, bitch ass niggas
E
Abm
You know what I'm saying niggas,
C .O .B. or nothing nigga
C .B. yeah me nigga, fuck you nigga
Cash over bitches, controlling our block
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Sunco
Gang,
C .O .B.
Hey!
Sunco
Gang,
C .O .B.
Hey!
Sunco
Gang,
C .O .B.
Hey!
Sunco
Gang,
C .O .B.
I keep telling them I'm the boss of the
West
They wanna crown me as
big king of the coast
Why?
Flow meaner than most
I speed by you like I'm
Dale
Earnhardt
Sr.
I'm eager to boast, middle finger,
no genius is close, I'm deeper
I feel your pain,
put your hands against the speaker
Then
I'ma heal your pain like an
evangelistic preacher
Fuck a whole song,
I give a damn if it's a feature
Lyrics liftin' your spirits high
as cannabis sativa
Haters pop off,
the ambulance'll reach ya
Them cannons'll blam your face,
you'll be handsome as a creature
Niggas lettin' them evil
thoughts travel in the ether
To put you beneath the ground,
me and my animals are eager
A east sider, on hot tracks I'm reppin'
A street fighter,
bringin' immortal combat to
Tekken
Do not grab the weapons, I deep fry ya
Reach and squeeze fire,
please believe I'll pop
Mac 11's
I used to paint pictures with my 16's
Now I spit plasma big screens,
look at the vivid scenes
Detailed enough to see the
rivets in his denim jeans
That's why they rep
C .O .P. from here to the
Philippines
Bandanas up, report to your sergeant
Slicin' niggas like a hot knife
through the margarine
You got a party, let us march in
Hey
Tico, we don't even need
L or
Chico
to barge in
Now tell me where your motherfuckin'
chief at I got my nine on my hip with a
B -Fat
My niggas weak on the grind, check the
G -Stack
Smokin' with the
C -Spat, high as a motherfuckin'
now, real niggas do what they wanna do
In the streets or the hood, what you wanna
do?
C -O -B, lil' nigga,
you don't want it, fool
You in the
U .S., I'm a friend of niggas,
what you wanna
I see these niggas claiming
Long
Beach and they ain't stepped
a foot in the city
And my city?
Crooked as
Biggie, they love me
Cause they know I put bullets in semis
Talk shit when I'm full of the
henny and pull it on any
Especially the funny sort,
this is a money sport
I'm funneling funds out of
town in a dummy corp
I'm coming with guns,
putting rounds in the dummy corps
Wake up in bed next to the head
of a bloody horse
Gangsta shit,
my niggas bout the business
They try to say that we killers
but never found a witness
Every witness around,
but straight scared shitless
Fear frozen,
I do it then bounce with the quickness
Real talk, the life of a young boss
Run across the street,
reach for the heat when it jumps off
Knock him off his feet,
leave him leaking the punk soft
One false move and the beat,
that's how people become lost
C .O .B. or nothing, go get your tattoo
Put it on your flag too,
music you can sag to
Sack a dub bag too,
load a chrome mag too
Slap a hatin' ass fag too, yeah that too
So when you see it on the shelf,
yeah, grab two
C .O .B., that's me, yeah, that's you
Haters, I need a reason to
Kill you in your sleep,
that'll make my dreams come true
Now tell me
where your motherfuckin' chief at
I got my nine on my hip with a beef at
My niggas weak on the grind
checkin' chief stacks
Smokin' with the
C -SPEC, high as a motherfucker
Now real niggas do what they wanna do
In the streets of the
hood, what you wanna do?
C .O .B., lil' niggas,
you don't want it, fool
Lil' niggas, what you want it for?
Circo
Gang,
C .O .B.
Circo
Gang,
C .O .B.
Circo
Gang,
C .O .B.
Circo
Gang,
C .O .B.
You
Circle Gang Anthem
Crooked I
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