AZLYRICS: Crooked I – The Old Me Lyrics
“The Old Me”
Oh, you heard I won’t swerve?
Heard I never sell another bird?
My extended clip’ll knock you off the curb
Don’t make me be the old me
You must not know the old me
Y’all was makin’ hits, I was sendin’ bricks to the sticks
Hollywood, I’m in the mix, parkin’ whips
Young and icy is the old me
You don’t believe it? Just go see the old me
When I was broke I stick ’em up
Hittin’ licks, don’t give a fuck
If that bitch’s head smooth, I’ma give her dick to suck
Lift her up, get the bed movin’ like a pickup truck
Thousand dollar silk sheets, I’ma call that rich as fuck
For the homies dead underground, I’ma live it up
My enemies was [?] and Jiggy, now the jig is up
Hova lost ninety-two bricks, now Jigga’s up
Bought the Blueprint, put my niggas up
Nigga, what?
We yellin’, “Fuck tha police, fuck tha police”
In my Chevy on some gold D’s bumpin’ Oldies
I could plug you with some codeine or some OG
I could plug you with’ a whole ki but that’s the old me
Oh, you heard I won’t swerve?
Heard I never sell another bird?
My extended clip’ll knock you off the curb
Don’t make me be the old me
You must not know the old me
Y’all was makin’ hits, I was sendin’ bricks to the sticks
Hollywood, I’m in the mix, parkin’ whips
Young and icy is the old me
You don’t believe it? Just go see the old me
When I was broke I stick ’em up
Hittin’ licks, don’t give a fuck
Pass them burners, taxadermists, dawg, I’m ’bout to get you stuffed
Even though we know the Feds wanna fill the prisons up
Yellin’, “Fuck the system” everytime I turn my system up
’87 Caddy coupe slammin’ like a alley-oop
Pullin’ out my camera, give the world a panoramic view
This is how we do in the city and the Valley too
Daily Cali move, we some niggas with’ a attitude
We yellin’, “Fuck tha police, fuck tha police”
In my Chevy on some gold D’s bumpin’ Oldies
I could plug you with some codeine or some OG
I could plug you with’ a whole ki but that’s the old me
Oh, you heard I won’t swerve?
Heard I never sell another bird?
My extended clip’ll knock you off the curb
Don’t make me be the old me
You must not know the old me
Y’all was makin’ hits, I was sendin’ bricks to the sticks
Hollywood, I’m in the mix, parkin’ whips
Young and icy is the old me
You don’t believe it? Just go see the old me
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