Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
I Get You Crooked When I Pop My Trunk
Pull Out My Pump Make All You Stupid Suckers Jump
Start Some Funk, Funk Does Golden State
They Say Cali Clubs Don't Get Crunk Cause We're Outside With AK's
Dress Colder Let Us In But We Still Gonna Win
We Get More Riders Than The Gold Thief's Ying Yang Twins
And We Ain't Screaming Like That
The Only Scream That You Hear Is A Swinging On My Baseball Blap Blap Blap Blap
Leave Your War In Your Back You Wanna Squeal Some More
Then Check Out My Chromecat Where I'm At
I'm Back At The Park And I Get Defeated Security
You Hate It Cause I'm Strictly Gang Related
So Let Me Say It
But I Wanna Party Tonight
I See A Fine Little Cutie And I *** Her From Behind
Work That Ass
Doin' The Gangsta Dance
You Wanna Party With Some Unhidden Fools With Some Tax
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
I'll Make You Crooked When I Pop My Trunk
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
I'll Make You Chomp When I Pop My Trunk
I'll Make You Crunk But It's The Gangsta Way
I'll Make You Jump Up And Say
Please Don't Stop And Say
By The Way Don't Get Me * off No More
I Don't Drink Crunk Juice Rather Have The 50 Pours
Settle The Score Cause We Love To Get Rally
Don't Get Us Twisted Homeboy We Love To Party
Rats Are Shakin' Cause Capone's Unstable
Now I'm Whistlin' Whistlin' Whistlin' Come Out To My Place
Walk That Pull Out My Strap
And If It Ain't Baby Bash Then I Don't Pump That
I Like To Give Up While In The West Coast Waves
Throw Your Gangsters In The Air Say We Don't Play
In Outta State They're Down With The Sound
I Ain't Tupac Shakur But I Get Around Town After Town
Somebody Gets Plumped Because They Wanna Get Crumped
Don't Play With Us
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
I'll Make You Crump When I Pop My Trunk
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crumped
Mr. Capone's Gonna Get You Crooked
I'll Make You Jump When I Pop My Trunk
Now If You Down With The Brown Then Throw It On Up
And If You Down With The Sounds Then Give It On Up
And If You Down And Get Roddy Then Make Some Noise
And If You Hood Around The Party Then *** The Boy
No Way!
We Don't Play
I Ain't From ACL
It's The County Of LA
Ball Head Essay
Jeans And Low Riders
We Got The Crips Blood But It's The Big Southsider
Kickin' Up Dust
Don't we startin' to fuss Now DJ play my music or get straight bum-rush
We don't trust the boys in blue You wanna lock us down for actin' a fool
Breakin' rules, but it's against the volume Everybody is welcome to go loco with the cholo
Cause we're out to play And if you wanna trip, I'll make you chomp, essay
I'll make you chomp when I pop my trunk
Nobody's gonna get you chomp Nobody's gonna get you chomp
I'll make you chomp when I pop my trunk
I'll make you chomp when I pop my trunk