Artist: Crooked I Album: Apex Predator Song: Tell Them MF's We Made It Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] What's your twenty? [Crooked I] Now what the hell should I care about - nothin! I'm Paramount; fuck it, bring the McClaren out She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out French connection, I Paris my whereabouts You still in your parents' house I'm with a vixen, hard nipples and a cherry blouse (oww) No pants, derriere is out I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows I fuck with some street killers and D dealers We after-market e'rything, even 3-wheelers (yeah) I fuck with some blunt smokers and E-pillers You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us Onion booty in some yoga pants She got that "won't you come bend me over" stance (okay) I got paper and she over stands I got a message for the haters man [Chorus: Crooked I] Tell them muh'fuckers we made it Tell them muh'fuckers we made it Tell them muh'fuckers we made it Tell them muh'fuckers we made it Live good, still hood Grind hard like a real nigga should One hun'ned, stay true Let 'em know - tell them muh'fuckers we made it! [Crooked I] Yeah, tell them muh'fuckers we made it Johnnie Blue, tell them muh'fuckers we faded Middle finger you and them motherfuckers who hate it Still sleepin on us, leave them suckas sedated By the time they wake up, probably flyin to Jamaica On my birthday gettin my cake up (money!) You dudes Hollywood, say what? I call you virtual sex, you fake fucks I don't think you want a problem I'm Andy Warhol and Chalky on "Boardwalk" I'm awesome when I draw guns Be somewhere in Boston when the law come With a, bad bitch and she know it's pimpin (P-I) Her accent is like Lois Griffin (yeah) The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken (amen) Some red wine, let's toast to livin [Chorus] [Crooked I] Breakin news, we makin moves You new niggaz listen, pay your dues (pay 'em) Don't be a dive artist or you play to lose Kick you while you're down in my favorite shoes Box me? You need a drug test Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest Then I tell your hoe put on her fuck dress Give me brains for fame, that's suck-cess The best revenge and this is murder now You talk behind my back, I ain't even turn around (nah) Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound (nah) Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down (nah) VH1 bitch in a black Carerra Gettin Viacom pussy in this ratchet era Fuck her weave up and her black mascara Then pass by my haters blowin Jack Herer (yeah) [Chorus]