crooked i - cali boyz? anybody have lyricis of the song?

[famozni]

crooked i -     cali boyz? anybody have lyricis of the song?

[FuckTheWorld]

Intro:

Attention DJ's
Another Scott Storch Banger!!!
(yeah)
Dade County (Oo oo)
I'm in NY tomorrow JFK
then Atlanta, then Houston
I'm world wide baby Let's Go!

Verse 1:

Its Crooked I homie and I'm here to get the Paper
these niggaz mad at my swag Don't be a Gangsta hater
to many chicks in this club I deal with Wankstas later
baby girl is feeling the player Hey I cant wait to Lay Her
my attitude so street you know I bring them Guns
this Eastside Long Beach we blow you to Kingdom Come
hey lady prey for your baby maybe he could be your Son
youngsters be poppin 380's crazy I seen it Done

Put away them pistols lets party until the Break of Dawn
Im mixing coke with bacardi and Im tryin to Get It On
you left your chick in the corner she's standing All Alone
she about to hop in the continental she ain't Coming Home


Chorus:

When you see them Cali Boyz, baby bring them bottles out
We bring them Tonka toys, Benzes and Impala's out
We in the club deep, time to bring them dollars out
You already know... money hoes & clothes... thats what we about!


Verse 2:

They call me Young Boss homie and I'm here to get the Cheese
Im goin hard on that wrist nothing under 50 G's
See I ain't trippin' just sippin' liquor till my liver Freeze
you think your sexin hotter chicks then me, my nigga Please
I come through here with some mammies that leave your heart Broken
my homies light up that cali weed and they start Chokin
you know its young crooked baby when that cigar Smokin
thats 20 stacks on the table shorty the bar is Open...

I'm sippin' Platinum Patron and Im ready to Doo It Man
baby your body is on fire gotta put me In the Game
lets take it back to the telly pop some of that Champagne
I put it on you for hours and thats on Everything

Chorus:

When you see them Cali Boyz, baby bring them bottles out
We bring them Tonka toys, Benzes and Impala's out
We in the club deep, time to bring them dollars out
You already know... money hoes & clothes... thats what we about!

Verse 3:

I'm in that egg shell Benz its necessary Dude
its on them skim milk 20's Im driving dairy food
I got some goons in the back and oh yeah they carry Tools
they don't get high, don't get drunk they just watch your every Move
and they don't care if you gang bang or claim a Set
I bet your life, that your brains hang when they aim a Tek
let me explain to you lame brains that you aint a Threat
fuck being a rapper, I'll clap ya nigga I ain't Famous Yet

think I'll ignore you suckas cause you dont really Know
I'd rather party with hoes but you dont hear me Tho...
this Dynasty, Treacherous rocking in your Stereo
The peoples Champ Out West, my nigga Here We Go


Chorus:

When you see them Cali Boyz, baby bring them bottles out
We bring them Tonka toys, Benzes and Impala's out
We in the club deep, time to bring them dollars out
You already know... money hoes & clothes... thats what we about!

Outro:

[girl]
I like them Cali Boyz

[Crooked I]
(yeah) Rock with us

[girl]
I like them Cali Boyz

[Crooked I]
I know you wanna rock with us

[girl]
I like them Cali Boyz

[Crooked I]
(yeah yeah) rock with us

[girl]
I like them Cali Boyz

[Crooked I]
I know you wanna rock with us (yeah)


Typed by: Z

[famozni]

props homie