Caddy Bump (LBC) lyrics

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
We sellin' Kush and pills
Anything for the dollar bills
They know us in the hood
To the hills
Got these bad b*tches in they feels
But this is for my n*ggas on the front line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach
Real n*ggas grew up in the free lunch line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach

[Verse: KXNG Crooked]
It's still a marathon in this mothaf*cka
n*ggas smoking marijuan' in this mothaf*cka
Staples center wear LeBron in this mothaf*cka
Kobe Bryant, black mamba, you mothaf*ckas
You know what's up, rollin' up, pourin' up
My committee is showin' up
Shooting vidies in my city, my n*ggies is going nuts
We animals, look us up
The director shook as f*ck
Pointin' hammers at the camera
What side are you throwin' up? (East)
When Jay lost 92 bricks and he had to fall back
Y'all thought it was all rap
Y'all thought it was all cap
For plugs I know, 92 is a small pack
n*ggas with submarines, dealers that never sold crack
I hang with gangstas who get deported
Their caine, it just get imported
Too dangerous to get extorted
Get sprayed when the hit is ordered
Done bangin' your sh*ts in orbit
Don't play with them n*ggas, forfeit the game
Or get murdered and it ain't reported
Mob sh*t, tyrannosaurus and black fedoras
When we see the pigs passin' the Taurus
We rap the chorus of "f*ck Tha Police"
'Cause they just got a casket for us
They acting like if you're born black then you're askin' for it
I brought that dirty bread home to get mama some help
I might as well been a clone 'cause I fathered myself
Droppin' my baby mama off in college in my olive Impala
Picture a drop-out who got knowledge of self, uh
The black man's a God, I'm my own Osiris
Nothing but kings up in here, we are on your highness
Writin' songs on papyrus purchased by impulsive buyers
Skills high, even Bill Nye know the science (Know the science)
Long Beach to Brooklyn, that's the code alliance (Hard)
We eat what we kill, that's the code of lions (Hard)
Ghetto Gods, a different meaning for slum lords
Shoot out at the pharmacy, n*gga, we about these drug wars
[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
We sellin' Kush and pills
Anything for the dollar bills
They know us in the hood
To the hills
Got these bad b*tches in they feels
But this is for my n*ggas on the front line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach
Real n*ggas grew up in the free lunch line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach