Uh-Oh Lyrics

(feat. Silva Satin)

Uh-oh nigga
Bring it
This is what happens when you bring the orchestra to the ghetto (live
orchestra)
Yea, is ya`ll ready for this?

Bein` the ghetto representative I am
I`m guaranteed to slam
When I drops that whoopty wop bam
Somebody stop me from poppin
I`ll be god damned
I`m at the chop shop gettin my drop top slammed
I`m hotter than a skillet
Grabbin` the mic to kill it
Pillage your village
With the illest lyrics
I feel as though my skill is the realest asset
That I possess
It`s Crooked I takin` over the west, yes
I`m at the Benz dealership, cell phone and a glock
Straight outta the ghetto lookin` like I dont belong on the lot
But I`ma cop one, drop one
Then I`ma smash through LA county
Jump out that V6 with house shoes and brownies
Flossin` on the one time
Money burnin like a vampire in sunshine (burn)
For those who dont know what I said
Game I`m spillin`
It`s like the ceilin`
Over your head

[CHORUS:]
It`s the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D
Rockin` the whole sha-oh uh-oh
It`s the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D
Rockin the whole sha-oh uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

The prolific writer inside of this pacific sider
Won`t let me write up
Simple hate in spite of the money I might acquire
I gotta be tighta
Than any thug that recite a
Yea my pockets mighta get wider
But see I`m still a RIDA
I slide up on hoes who be clubbin`
`Cause I don`t see nothin wrong
With shovin` a muffin up in your oven
The lovin` after the huffin and the puffin
You can choose, I ain`t hand-cuffin
Baby I`m reppin from the W-E-S
Wait a minute... T-S
I-D-E-S we get ready to B.S.
P.S. we fresh for `99 you suckas
No more hittin` licks and trippin` off these fuckers
Now that ski-mask is strictly for Aspen
I used to crack crews like statues in Agnes
Now I got `em slam dancin` like Marilyn Manson fans
And throwin` a tantrum to the anthem

[CHORUS]

Known Crooked I comin` steadily, heavily
In felony they tellin` me my pedigree
It better be incredibly high fidelity
See, let it be known hypothetically
Step to me?
Wrong theoretically
Your head will be flown, flown
I`m backstage in the zone
It`s 10:54
Six minutes Crooked I and you`re on
Uh-uh on first I do my s-s-song
Then I take a lady h-h-home

[CHORUS]

...And there you have it
Thats what happens when the T to the I-L
Connects with Mr. Crooked I
You see us comin?
Uh-oh