Hard In The Paint Lyrics - Crooked I

[Intro: Crooked I & Joell Ortiz] 

S-sutt S-sutt 

Hip-Hop Weekly: Reloaded 

I'm kinda fucked up, on these Four Lokos in this bitch 

(SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!) 

[Verse 1: Crooked I] 

Yo, they try to keep me out the ranks of the greatest rhymers 

But I've been underground longer than Chilean miners 

Fisticuff music, get a game a shiner 

COB's my true religion, minus gay designers 

(S-sutt S-sutt!) 

(Wait a minute, my nigga JC in this motherfucker. Dida, hold on) 

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[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] 

(Slaughterhouse nigga!!) 

No way I could sit around watch my homie getting down 

This 2 quarters, one eighth for the sickest pound 

Pound for pound, we'll pound you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly" 

Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye 

Gotta keep it moving like dope on the block 

I post like Karl Malone in the spot 

Quiet with the jazz, I already spazz 

And I just gave Four Loko a shot 

Might wanna chill like wine in a restaurant 

What the "F" you want? 

Ain't nothing over here but some gaspin' for air and a nice little stretcher to stretch you on 

Trying to be so so cool and I go fool with the Pro Tools, I'm a student of the old school 

But pass the torch or I'll have to force you to play a little game of sudoku 

Put your days in numbers 

Coming up I was poverty stricken with pain and hunger 

That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus 

Nothing but flames amongst us 

When I say us, I'm talking about the slaughter 

I'm talking about the new world order 

I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for your daughter 

So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your good foot 

It's a problem when that Yaowa hook up with Sutt Sutt! 

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[Verse 3: Crooked I] 

Yo (Heyyy!!!) 

Hit a nigga like pow, click click pow 

Bitch get down, spit 6 rounds 

This kid's down 

Living in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down 

My dick she put lipstick 'round 

Take a twitpic, lemme slow this shit down 

I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that marathon spit 

I wipe the earth's face with you, Farrakhan shit 

One day, I'mma buy you niggas on that Viacom tip 

Then take your bitch cause mami flies a cybertron ship 

Riding around with your vibrant thing 

Look at the dog that Crooked I became 

German shepard, put sperm in your heifer 

Right by that hydrant man 

BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be there later 

Tip my hat to shit like that, well-deserved I won't be their hater 

If anything I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to speak to your people 

Once a week with that music leak 

Now look how loud my future speak 

Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't care I rest in peace 'em 

Eat some beast like a decent feast 

It's yo' instrumental, I just lease them 

I monster mash and beast them 

Just what it sound like 

When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a threesome 

C.O.B. is getting money, what you boys thank 

Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Lloyd Banks 

I'm ?? like ?? watching the New Orleans Saints 

My creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't 

Last of a dying breed I indeed iron squeeze 

Fire weed, silverback gorilla if you buying trees 

Diamond rings, finer things, chain hotter than 99 degrees 

Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor league 

The fans made me sell my Ferrari Spider 

Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a rider 

Flyer than riding in coach, Marty Schottenheimer 

I will trade hard dick for some hot vagina 

No country unless your name is Crooked I 

Read my shirt, what it say? #OKBYE 

You know I go hard in the paint 

Hard in the paint I'mma go get it all 

You don't like that I'mma go get it all 

Suck my dick through that hole in the wall 

I ain't slowing down for no nigga, naw 

Stay out my way homie, don't get involved 

Cause yo' fittin' to fall 

You don't know that my flow get in all 

I'm doper than ya'll (5x) 

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ] 

Whatch' ya'll gonna do? 

Whatch' ya'll gonna do, huh? 

Y-You're not going to record with me?(Joell Ortiz) 

Ya'll recording me already *laughs* 

(Crooked, whatch' you gon' do?) 

Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly) 

He ain't do no videos with Crook 

You already don't do no videos with Crook BITCH!! 

"That nigga can't be on my soundtrack" 

You already said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs* 

This is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean? 

This is no country 

Shouts out to the other next diss, J Michelle 

It's no country, why should I care 

When them niggas try to, body bag me, on YouTube 

Which one of you west coast niggas reached out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?" 

None of you niggas, so guess what? Ssutt Ssutt! 

I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, BITCH! 

Ok, bye (x3) 

Hey ??? 

*Shutting down effect* Ok, Bye