Crew Cut - Krizz Kaliko

Skatternasty

Ask about me in the streets, got credit like a white man

Strange Music lieutenant, Snug Brim’s right hand

Hopping out the white van, got the fully double clutched

Twenty seven shots will make a 80's baby Double Dutch

Travis say I’m fucking up, Tech think I’m a knucklehead

Nah, I’m just a little shell shocked from years of ducking Feds

I cherish nothing but the bread, my gang relation boots up

I’m flame throwing my deuce up, it’s Skatter on this crew cut

been one of the that’ll snap your neck

You faking, my nigga

I can really give it to you and I’m willing to bet

Could be put off in a situation where, homie, your life could leak

So watch your tongue and your tone, and better know talk is cheap

Let’s set this rap shit aside and start speaking the truth

Most of ya hide behind ya lines, what you say in the booth

Ain’t got no get back, we keep max, fuck playing with Deu'

You little poo butts, you finna do what?

Nigga take this crew cut

From the-from the blocks where we grew up

To the-to the hood that we threw up

You and you and you 'bout to do what?

Running down your lanes with a gang, get a crew cut

Now I know that the Strange got you faded

I know that you saying you’re dangerous but save it

We hearing you slanging and banging

Hang with a gang and get a crew cut

Me and my niggas on the same shit

This boss shit nigga, Deuce Klik yankee, homie

When I yank these, homie, niggas better thank me, homie

When the crowd clear I’ma make a muthafucka understand BG Bulletwound gets down

here

Get throat cut 'round here

And I’m nigga

Ya pussy niggas wanna watch me nigga

Pull out ya stopwatch and clock me nigga (let's get 'em)

And I still do it big, I box these niggas

Gotta put your rags homie, your flags on and stop me nigga

Let’s go

Ugh, the smell of murk surrounds you in a city of fast life

And it’s trifle and murder tolls shoot up higher than gas prices

A homicide every two or three minutes then a news flash

With cop killers, they ain’t carrying books in them school bags

This is full of plotting semantics to use and get used cash

To use against you if you’re softer than a baby with a smooth ass

I’m Blood and drew blood with a couple of true thugs

I’m Deuce and it’s all it takes when we fading the crew cut

From the-from the blocks where we grew up

To the-to the hood that we threw up

You and you and you 'bout to do what?

Running down your lanes with a gang, get a crew cut

Now I know that the Strange got you faded

I know that you saying you’re dangerous but save it

We hearing you slanging and banging

Hang with a gang and get a crew cut

Me and my niggas on the same shit

Check it out, I only got eight bars to do it to it

Hennessy, 151, vodka and gin’s my do it fluid

Rocking my red slippers, set trippers I never it

If anytime at your tripping, I never knew it

Lately a lot of niggas really got a lot to say

They flagging it up with red with bandanas on thier head

But back in the day

Repping ricket my niggas was with me and quick to spray

And cross 'em out and put a K we crew cutting fakers on any day

See, I’m a out south nigga, raised up with them white guys

Kaliko, nigga!

Yeah, that boy with them white eyes

Might I back down from a confrontation to fight I

But that don’t mean that nigga won’t get hit with a milimeter and if you really

need it you can ask for an ass whooping

'Cause me and the deuces is proof that you’re doofuses

Whatever comes to your toofuses mute that shit

All contusions quick beat it

If you stay far away from me I might not need it

Keep it glued shut, lyrically a crew cut

From the-from the blocks where we grew up

T the-to the hood that we threw up

You and you and you 'bout to do what?

Running down your lanes with a gang, get a crew cut

Now I know that the Strange got you faded

I know that you saying you’re dangerous but save it

We hearing you slanging and banging

Hang with a gang and get a crew cut

Me and my niggas on the same shit

Yeah, after that selection after that song

After that song somebody say, «Hell yeah»

I tell you that Deuce Klik

They gon' ride with somebody tonight, baby

Yo, yeah, they got that Tech N9ne and of course that Kali Baby

Ey, this is the one on the wheels and steels your boy Makzilla here

Ey, you know how we do it here at team Strange

Hey, it’s a wild and crazy time

Oh my god, lock your doors, close your windows

And watch your women, baby, 'cause they out there

And niggas beware these niggas is crazy