Crown Me Lyrics - Pound Syndrome - Hopsin

Yo, let me take you to the tribe real quick 

I'm from that small city called Panorama 

Where the vatos roam and they blast they hammers 

Never had no sense, so I'm bad with manners 

Who would've thought I'd be living life in the fashion cameras? 

Got bitches on my nuts like pubics! (ooh) 

Niggas could never figure me out like Rubix!(cubes) 

I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (who?) 

So don't under-estimate me, I do this! Truest 

I'm calm and ill, but still drop bombs, I kill 

You know the deal, with my godly skills 

You want a dog to fill in my shoes? 

That's a lot to fill. It won't happen, you cannot be real 

There's so many rappers that wanna catch my fame 

So many bitches, that wanna sketch my brain 

I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head 

Mama in the street yelling, "That's my baby!" 

Want me to keep it to a minimum, with the syllables? 

I think you should get up off my genitals 

Every nigga identical, when they spit a flow 

This shit is critical, I'ma have to get rough, get on my sentinal 

Nigga, what you be sipping on? I'm guessing your pen is broke 

Is it difficult for you to get better? You're so despicable 

Cause your shit is boo-boo, your bars are predictable 

I do not bump it. It's hard to get into you 

Please admit it. Man the voyage is radical 

Mind is set to just destroy. I'm an animal 

I'm killing shit, I'm a poisonous antidote 

I be on it, man ya boy's international 

Yeah I'm mad with rhymes 

Been doin' this since '99, I'm a mastermind 

Homie, it's 2015, and all my niggas gon' kill it 

When they finish the job, the other half is mine 

Fools 

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You ain't on that real shit 

I live here. You on a field trip 

I'm made of shit you ain't built with 

You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick 

It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this 

You don't scare niggas, not even a lil bit 

I serve you. You get the bill quick 

Crown me, I'm a real prince 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!) 

I said give me that shit! 

Give me that crown boy! (come on!) 

I said give me that shit! 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!) 

I said give me that shit! 

Give me that crown boy! (come on!) 

I said give me that shit! 

The rap game's mine. I revolve it 

'Round me. I think I have lost it 

And my mind's exhausted, I'm nauseous 

From the process of hopping on stage 

And trying to dive in moshpits 

Nigga, why you focused on diamonds? 

These cubic zirconias is all up in my ear 

Over jewelry, I don't get excited 

My perception in life, is "why the fuck am I here, nigga?" 

I've been this way since your ass has been sucking on titties 

Since niggas cocked back, and start bustin' on Fifty 

Since J-Lo was mobbin' in public with Diddy 

Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it's a pity 

That's bullshit you're talking. I'm not in the mood, bro 

Continue yapping, you'll see Hopsin is brutal 

Keep pushin' me, you gon' get dropped with some drool though 

You fannin' out like you want cock in yo culo 

Niggas only in it, for money and bitches 

I don't even think they wanna rap no more 

But they wanna be all over the television 

Rockin' feminine shit, trying to act homo 

Old bi-ass niggas, can't bypass niggas 

"I can't change even if I tried"-ass niggas 

Tight jeans on, so they show your ass-ass niggas 

In the pool with the homie, trying to splash-ass niggas 

Fruity as Mike and Ike, you'll get diced to rice 

When I arrive, I pull up like,"Hi! Surprise!" 

It might be wise to hide, when the nightly skies 

Are high. Fuckin' with an 8, no life for Pi 

Tell me. What position would the game be in 

Without me having the ability to raise the pen? 

Pound Syndrome. This is it, I'm weighin' in 

I still hate ya'll niggas, and I can't pretend 

Fool 

You ain't on that real shit 

I live here. You on a field trip 

I'm made of shit you ain't built with 

You a bitch, yo girl need a real dick 

It's no doubt, niggas gon' feel this 

You don't scare niggas, not even a lil bit 

I serve you. You get the bill quick 

Crown me, I'm a real prince 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!) 

I said give me that shit! 

Give me that crown boy! (come on!) 

I said give me that shit! 

Give me that crown boy! (give it!) 

I said give me that shit! 

Give me that crown boy! (come on!) 

I said give me that shit!