[Intro: Crooked I]
I was raised in the 80's by niggas who pushed crack
Who was raised in the 70's by niggas who pushed smack
Who was raised in the 60's by niggas who pushed black
It’s '08 now, all that shit dun' got pushed back
They say life is a bitch
Still chill with my sweet Miss'
Making money is a bitch
Still Crooked keep riches
Packin' guns is a bitch
But still my heat vicious
I say "ain't that a bitch"
Just me and my 3 bitches

[Chorus: Knoc-Turnal & Crooked I]
I fly high in the sky with my rooftop lady (Yeah)
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby (Yeah)
She just wants to kick it
She just wants to kick it (Yeah) with a true O.G. like me
Just me and my 3 bitches
I fly high in the sky (Yeah) with my rooftop lady
Said she wanna fly high (Yeah) just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it (Yeah)
She just wants to kick it with a true O.G. like me
Just me and my 3 bitches

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
C.O.B. till a nigga got grey hair
Haters wanna kill me, cops never play fair
Got the West on my back 'cause I ain't scared
Feel like when Pac passed he named me the main heir
Street life soldier, heater keeps smokin' like a peace pipe
Put you in the breeze like doja
Being nice is over
Adidas, nigga, each stripe cobra
Teachin' money to speak like Oprah
Death to my enemies
A shot to the head took my good friend's memory
He don't even remember me
Even though it's his head that fucked mine up mentally
Selfish as it sounds, they gotta die for what they did to me
Fuck his leg, I'm a bust him in his head
Dozen shots in cuzzin, to have a discussion with the dead
If I slip up and they touch me with the lead
Don't rush me to the hospital them sucka's want to cuff me to the bed
Listen, the underbelly of society is speakin'
If it's beef ya seekin', you should aspire to be a vegan
If you speakin' on green, I’m thinkin' you preachin' to the choir, in the deacon
My chain shinin' brighter than a beacon
Yeah
Whatever the budget, whenever cheddar's the subject
My Beretta hold you niggas up better than crutches
And a nigga know it ain't right
Give me your money, your guns or your life
Me and my 3 bitches

[Chorus: Knoc-Turnal & Crooked I]
I fly high in the sky with my rooftop lady (Yeah)
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby (Yeah)
She just wants to kick it
She just wants to kick it (Yeah) with a true O.G. like me
Just me and my 3 bitches
I fly high in the sky (Yeah) with my rooftop lady
Said she wanna fly high (Yeah) just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it (Yeah)
She just wants to kick it with a true O.G. like me
Just me and my 3 bitches

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
You don't like my frown, too bad
I'm mad, dog
Hoes say Crooked mean
Even when he smile, dude mad
Nigga, brown doo-rag
Nigga, pants got them wild, goon sag
When I step out, them house shoes drag
Grippin' on my pistol while I'm sippin' on my Cisco
When the block is hotter than chicken when it's sizzlin' in Crisco (Fa sho)
I'm spittin' at this thick hoe
The brizzles say she's strippin' for quick dough
She pop pizz'ills and sniff blow
Break bread with a boss, I don't give a damn
Ya man don't like it, I crush the niggas Millican
Hollow tips kill a man
Shots spin you in mid-air like you some kind of ceilin' fan
Damn, who's realer than me?
'Cause where I'm from, it's nothing to slaughter
Niggas bust guns when they outta put a slug in your daughter
Turn your sons into martyrs
Movin' like sharks, when it's blood in the water
You hustlin', but see I'm hustlin' harder
Mathematic with rounds, I bust
Squeeze the triggernometry on the 40cal-culus
Subtract you down to dust
Divide your wig, plus
Knock a square out you cowards
When shots ring to the 3rd power (Yeah)
Nowadays, crime fuckin' pays
I'm superglued to Long Beach, I'm stuck in my ways
Niggas know I'm ballin', wanna know how I get down, man
Don't check Soundscan, better check poundscan

[Chorus: Knoc-Turnal & Crooked I]
I fly high in the sky with my rooftop lady (Yeah)
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby (Yeah)
She just wants to kick it
She just wants to kick it (Yeah) with a true O.G. like me
Just me and my 3 bitches (Me and my 3 bitches)
I fly high in the sky (Yeah) with my rooftop lady
Said she wanna fly high (Yeah) just to be my baby (That gangsta shit is back)
She just wants to kick it (Yeah)
She just wants to kick it with a true O.G. like me (West Coast stand up)
Just me and my 3 bitches (My 3 bitches)

[Outro: Crooked I]
Guns, drugs, life
Love all three
C.O.B., nigga