Welcome to our world ya’ll
COB World, C.O.B
This is an initiation, an invitation of sorts
Yo Quake, Felony Loc, 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