Still Regulatin' - KXNG Crooked

Welcome to our world ya’ll

COB World, C.O.B

This is an initiation, an invitation of sorts

Yo Quake, Felony Low, Queen Kong COB, fuck with me

44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I’m from C.O.B

I ain’t set tripping, I’m just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P

Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D

Old School skating, I’m still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G

Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Microphone check one two lets get it

West Coast to death most get ghost and left

Don’t hold your breath, Crooked is so west with it

LBC baby we so crazy

I give her new semen rocking some Old Navy

City by the shoreline

I texturize her like Proline, oh my we so wavy

Drip hard like a nigga need a bib

When I leave the crib get the 9 millimeter sig

If I see the Pigs stash that they can eat a dick

Shorty need a big cash app she don’t need a gig, nah

We going to let the haters know we in our own world

I send you to Jamaica with your homegirl

A down ass chick will get rewarded

Same nigga say I’m tricking same nigga can’t afford it, now…

44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I’m from C.O.B

I ain’t set tripping, I’m just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P

Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D

Old School skating, I’m still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G

Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Old school drop top on 24's

Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s

Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Old school drop top on 24's

Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s

Now stop

Don’t nobody move, where the fuck I put my lighter at?

Crooked got to smoke a whole cigar just to write a rap

Oh there it go, hold up

Hey what up my COB?

Where the Eastsiders at?

They gentrifying the ghetto its time to buy it back

All that dope ya’ll slang in the hood

And you ain’t got no muvafuckin' snaps on a mini-mall

Ahh naw pour out all the Henny dog

Put on a suit we about to go down to City Hall

Tell them muvafucka’s that its Long Beach or nothing

And anything is moving through the city we going to get involved

We all street conscious.

but sometimes a nigga just toxic

Don’t blame me for how my mind works

I ain’t the one who brainwashed it

44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I’m from C.O.B

I ain’t set tripping, I’m just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P

Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D

Old School skating, I’m still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G

Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Old school drop top on 24's

Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s

Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Old school drop top on 24's

Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga

Drop that toxic jam for the hoe’s

Yeah, hey put your COB flag in the air, hold it in up the air

Yeah keep it right there just like that

On the count of 3 we going to turn this bitch all the way up, alright…

1, 2, 3 let’s