Roll Call Crooked I (Ft. Coniyac, Glasses Malone, Jay Rock & Mistah F.A.B.)

[Intro - Crooked I]
Yeah, Million Dollar
I was told only do what you afraid to
Ya scared niggas?
Its power in numbers
From Long Beach to South Central
From Watts to the bank
My nigga Jay Rock

[Jay Rock]
I'm sargent slaughter when I hop up on this track dawg
You know its armada, paint your whole muhfuckin’ town red when my lead hit the tablet
And for the jealous (?) workin’ my (?) like (?)
I’m totally fitted, you collateral damage
Anybody who challenge when I’m on can blow up a planet
Nuclear warfare when I’m on this beat bitch
I’m so hot, eight thousand degree shit
Murk yo ass with my trademark
Step in yo central turn your studio to a grave yard
I go hard you go soft you Barbie, see the pink in your eyes
Nothing but a bitch in disguise
These dick riders, steady tryna hitch ’em a ride
(?) is over, go gitchu a (?)
When this beef cocked back might hit you wit five
Leave yo brains on display for the news at nine
That’s how these Cali boys ride!