Circle Gang Anthem
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๐ Lyrics
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Ghettomerica
A... fuck these haterz nigga
Bitch ass niggas
Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas
C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)
Ya' naw mean nigga
Fuck you nigga
Cash over bitches
Controlling our block
Hey
Circle gang C.O.B. (hey)
I keep tellin em that I'm the boss of the west
They want to crown me's big king of the coast
Flow meaner than most
I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr.
Eager to boast middle finger
No genius is closer, I'm deeper
I feel your pain put your hands against da speaker
Then I'm going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
Lyrics lifting these spirits high as canna sativa
Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)
Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether
They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c'mon)
An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em
Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's
I used to paint pictures with my sixteens
Now I spit plasma big screens
Look at the vivid scenes
Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)
Bandanas up report to your sargeant
Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine
You got a party let us march in
Hey Tiko, we don't even need ello chico? to barge in
Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at
I got my man on my hip where the beef at
My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks
Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)
Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)
In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo
The new west coming through
Lil' niggas what you gone do
I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach
Then they step they foot in the city
In my city Crooked is Biggie
They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities
Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny
And I'll pull it on any
'Specially the funny sort
This is a money sport
I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse
Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness
They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
Every witness around were straight scared shitless
Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness
Real talk the life of a young boss
Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off
One false move in the beat that's how people become lost
C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo
Put it on yo flag too
Music you could sag to
Sack a dub bag to
Load a chrome mag to
Slap a hatin' ass fag too
Yeah that too
So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you
Haters I need a reason to kill you
In your sleep that'll make my dreams come true
Circle gang, C.O.B.
Treacherous Records Niggas
A... fuck these haterz nigga
Bitch ass niggas
Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas
C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)
Ya' naw mean nigga
Fuck you nigga
Cash over bitches
Controlling our block
Hey
Circle gang C.O.B. (hey)
I keep tellin em that I'm the boss of the west
They want to crown me's big king of the coast
Flow meaner than most
I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr.
Eager to boast middle finger
No genius is closer, I'm deeper
I feel your pain put your hands against da speaker
Then I'm going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
Lyrics lifting these spirits high as canna sativa
Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)
Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether
They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c'mon)
An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em
Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's
I used to paint pictures with my sixteens
Now I spit plasma big screens
Look at the vivid scenes
Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)
Bandanas up report to your sargeant
Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine
You got a party let us march in
Hey Tiko, we don't even need ello chico? to barge in
Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at
I got my man on my hip where the beef at
My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks
Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)
Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)
In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo
The new west coming through
Lil' niggas what you gone do
I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach
Then they step they foot in the city
In my city Crooked is Biggie
They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities
Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny
And I'll pull it on any
'Specially the funny sort
This is a money sport
I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse
Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness
They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
Every witness around were straight scared shitless
Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness
Real talk the life of a young boss
Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off
One false move in the beat that's how people become lost
C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo
Put it on yo flag too
Music you could sag to
Sack a dub bag to
Load a chrome mag to
Slap a hatin' ass fag too
Yeah that too
So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you
Haters I need a reason to kill you
In your sleep that'll make my dreams come true
Circle gang, C.O.B.
Treacherous Records Niggas
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.13] I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Ghettomerica
[00:08.63] A... fuck these haterz nigga
[00:12.08] Bitch ass niggas
[00:13.76] Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas
[00:15.12] C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)
[00:17.37] Ya' naw mean nigga
[00:18.53] Fuck you nigga
[00:19.86] Cash over bitches
[00:20.80] Controlling our block
[00:21.87] Hey
[00:23.23] Circle gang C.O.B. (hey)
[00:43.96] I keep tellin em that I'm the boss of the west
[00:46.16] They want to crown me's big king of the coast
[00:48.11] Flow meaner than most
[00:49.69] I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr.
[00:51.63] Eager to boast middle finger
[00:54.02] No genius is closer, I'm deeper
[00:55.97] I feel your pain put your hands against da speaker
[00:58.12] Then I'm going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
[01:01.03] Lyrics lifting these spirits high as canna sativa
[01:07.14] Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
[01:09.63] Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)
[01:12.89] Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether
[01:15.29] They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c'mon)
[01:18.29] An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
[01:21.76] Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
[01:23.86] Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em
[01:26.13] Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's
[01:29.44] I used to paint pictures with my sixteens
[01:31.74] Now I spit plasma big screens
[01:34.02] Look at the vivid scenes
[01:35.17] Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
[01:37.38] That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)
[01:40.80] Bandanas up report to your sargeant
[01:43.54] Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine
[01:46.20] You got a party let us march in
[01:48.57] Hey Tiko, we don't even need ello chico? to barge in
[01:52.26] Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at
[01:54.87] I got my man on my hip where the beef at
[01:57.67] My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks
[02:00.13] Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)
[02:03.70] Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)
[02:06.13] In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
[02:08.70] C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo
[02:11.62] The new west coming through
[02:13.93] Lil' niggas what you gone do
[02:14.64] I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach
[02:15.84] Then they step they foot in the city
[02:17.61] In my city Crooked is Biggie
[02:19.66] They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities
[02:22.49] Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny
[02:24.36] And I'll pull it on any
[02:25.99] 'Specially the funny sort
[02:27.47] This is a money sport
[02:28.95] I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
[02:31.58] I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
[02:34.24] Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse
[02:37.13] Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness
[02:40.02] They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
[02:43.18] Every witness around were straight scared shitless
[02:45.67] Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness
[02:48.54] Real talk the life of a young boss
[02:50.86] Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
[02:53.65] Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off
[02:56.34] One false move in the beat that's how people become lost
[02:59.40] C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo
[03:02.36] Put it on yo flag too
[03:03.81] Music you could sag to
[03:05.57] Sack a dub bag to
[03:06.93] Load a chrome mag to
[03:08.48] Slap a hatin' ass fag too
[03:10.21] Yeah that too
[03:11.34] So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
[03:14.12] C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you
[03:16.91] Haters I need a reason to kill you
[03:20.46] In your sleep that'll make my dreams come true
[03:45.66] Circle gang, C.O.B.
[03:54.35] Treacherous Records Niggas
[03:58.51]
[00:08.63] A... fuck these haterz nigga
[00:12.08] Bitch ass niggas
[00:13.76] Ya' know what I'm sayin' niggas
[00:15.12] C.O.B. or nuthin nigga (C.O.B.)
[00:17.37] Ya' naw mean nigga
[00:18.53] Fuck you nigga
[00:19.86] Cash over bitches
[00:20.80] Controlling our block
[00:21.87] Hey
[00:23.23] Circle gang C.O.B. (hey)
[00:43.96] I keep tellin em that I'm the boss of the west
[00:46.16] They want to crown me's big king of the coast
[00:48.11] Flow meaner than most
[00:49.69] I speed by you like I'm Dale Earnhardt Sr.
[00:51.63] Eager to boast middle finger
[00:54.02] No genius is closer, I'm deeper
[00:55.97] I feel your pain put your hands against da speaker
[00:58.12] Then I'm going to heal your pain like an evangelistic preacher
[01:01.03] Lyrics lifting these spirits high as canna sativa
[01:07.14] Haters pop off the ambulance will reach ya
[01:09.63] Them cannons will blam your face you'll be handsome as a creature (c'mon)
[01:12.89] Niggas lettin' evil thoughts travel in the ether
[01:15.29] They'll put you beneath the ground me and my animals will eat them(c'mon)
[01:18.29] An east sider on hot tracks are reppin a street fighter
[01:21.76] Bringing a mortal kombat to tekken
[01:23.86] Do not grab your weapons I deep fry 'em
[01:26.13] Reach and squeeze fire, please believe that I pop Mac 11's
[01:29.44] I used to paint pictures with my sixteens
[01:31.74] Now I spit plasma big screens
[01:34.02] Look at the vivid scenes
[01:35.17] Detailed enough to see the rivets in his denim jeans
[01:37.38] That's why they rep C.O.B. from here to da Phillipines (Sucka)
[01:40.80] Bandanas up report to your sargeant
[01:43.54] Slicin' niggas like a hot knife through da margarine
[01:46.20] You got a party let us march in
[01:48.57] Hey Tiko, we don't even need ello chico? to barge in
[01:52.26] Now, now, now tell me where your motherfuckin chief at
[01:54.87] I got my man on my hip where the beef at
[01:57.67] My niggas we on the grind check the G stacks
[02:00.13] Smokin' with da seats back, high as a motherfucka' (hey)
[02:03.70] Now, now, now real niggas still do what they wanna do (hey)
[02:06.13] In the streets or the hood what you wanna do (hey)
[02:08.70] C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo
[02:11.62] The new west coming through
[02:13.93] Lil' niggas what you gone do
[02:14.64] I see these niggas claimin' Long Beach
[02:15.84] Then they step they foot in the city
[02:17.61] In my city Crooked is Biggie
[02:19.66] They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities
[02:22.49] Talk shit when I'm full of da Henny
[02:24.36] And I'll pull it on any
[02:25.99] 'Specially the funny sort
[02:27.47] This is a money sport
[02:28.95] I'm funneling funds out of town in a dummy car
[02:31.58] I'm coming with guns putting rounds in the dumby corpse
[02:34.24] Wake up in bed up next to a head of a bloody horse
[02:37.13] Gangsta shit my niggas 'bout da bizness
[02:40.02] They try to say dat we killas but never found a witness
[02:43.18] Every witness around were straight scared shitless
[02:45.67] Fear froze if I do it then bounce with da quickness
[02:48.54] Real talk the life of a young boss
[02:50.86] Run across the street reach for the heat when it jumps off
[02:53.65] Knocked 'em off his feet leave them leakin' the punks off
[02:56.34] One false move in the beat that's how people become lost
[02:59.40] C.O.B. or nuttin' go get your tattoo
[03:02.36] Put it on yo flag too
[03:03.81] Music you could sag to
[03:05.57] Sack a dub bag to
[03:06.93] Load a chrome mag to
[03:08.48] Slap a hatin' ass fag too
[03:10.21] Yeah that too
[03:11.34] So when you see it on the shelf, yeah grab two
[03:14.12] C.O.B. dats me yeah dat's you
[03:16.91] Haters I need a reason to kill you
[03:20.46] In your sleep that'll make my dreams come true
[03:45.66] Circle gang, C.O.B.
[03:54.35] Treacherous Records Niggas
[03:58.51]