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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crooked I
Crooked I
Vocals
J. Ortiz
J. Ortiz
Vocals
Joe Budden
Joe Budden
Vocals
Korn
Korn
Sampled Artist
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
J. Ortiz
J. Ortiz
Songwriter
D. Wickliffe
D. Wickliffe
Songwriter
Reginald Arvizu
Reginald Arvizu
Songwriter
David Silveria
David Silveria
Songwriter
Brian Welch
Brian Welch
Songwriter
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter
James Shaffer
James Shaffer
Songwriter
Joe Budden
Joe Budden
Songwriter
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Merzin
Alex Merzin
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Cullen Brooks
Cullen Brooks
Assistant Engineer
Eminem
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My real name, my rap shit
No made up, ****
I'm straight up, ****
Still in the projects
Where I came up, ****
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten
Getting my weight up ****
[Verse 2]
I'm no shooter but my
Shooters'll have your brain exposed
But I shoot five in a second, homie
And break your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass
I was living life fast
With my pistol in the grass
[Verse 3]
Digging in my ass
Tryna' finish up the last
So I can sit it in the stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right
For them **** with the badge
My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em
Twelve 12's and I kept them shit packed for 'em
Yeah they came back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid 'cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bill
And show you how to get it
[Verse 4]
I'm in the club, bottle in hand
Doin' my two step
While I got my gun in my pants
Call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a ****
When they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doin' the hammer dance
Two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checkin' homie
Fam-a-lam you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants
Doin' my hammer dance
[Verse 5]
In these LA times
I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee
I know the paper gon' come
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked
Like my waist with no gun
I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power
From the Watts Towers to Howard U
[Verse 6]
How would you become me?
I don't do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds
Of that sour deez in a hour dude
I'm out my muh'fuckin' mind
Fuck a punchline
Salute my muh'fuckin' grind
Ditching feds on the regular
They tryna' catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type
But the Danny Glover kind
I'm a killer
Everybody know
I body your audio
When the shoddy blow say
Goodbye to your body-o
You mighty gone***
You don't think that I'm about this
Ice grill, ****
Put your money where your mouth is
[Verse 7]
I'm in the club, bottle in hand
Doin' my two step
While I got my gun in my pants
Call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a ****
When they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doin' the hammer dance
Two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checkin' homie
Fam-a-lam you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants
Doin' my hammer dance
[Verse 8]
Yo, my real name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase
But the real bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me
Been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his
Shawty back from rehab
[Verse 9]
Knife work with me
But the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same taxi
As the bone collector, uh
Ya'll rappin' 'bout models
I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all
I'm just surrounded by 'em
[Verse 10]
Just a real ****
Straight from my mother's stomach
Ain't enough cloth
For all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who chokes lead
'Cause all of us would be angels
For *** bread
Lot of hostility
Hollering is killing me
[Verse 11]
Screaming, over my dead body
Like it's not a possibility
All my *** bullshit
Never mind me
But if it's ever problems***
**** know where to find me
[Verse 12]
I'm in the club, bottle in hand
Doin' my two step
While I got my gun in my pants
Call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a ****
When they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doin' the hammer dance
Two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checkin' homie
Fam-a-lam you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants
Doin' my hammer dance
Written by: Ana Orellana, Brian Welch, D. Wickliffe, David Silveria, J. Budden, J. Davis, J. Ortiz, James Scheffer, R. Montgomery, Reginald Arvizu
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