"7 Day Theory" lyrics
KXNG Crooked Lyrics
20 years of this C.O.B. shit
I guess some things are timeless
I heard you sold 300 copies of your last shit and you talkin' about me
Hol' up
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll the blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll a blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
Money motivate us to get it all (That's a bet)
Soon as you ball, jealousy get involved (That's a threat)
In this world of sinners, we did it all
Spin and draw bullets to hit the wall, forensics all (That's a TEC)
Me and my dawgs living criminal minded
Stuck in the gang, then I'm reminded
The system designed it for prison confinement
And niggas was blinded by riches and diamonds
Addicted to chillin' with fine shit
Nigga, that side chick gon' have somebody kickin' your door
Wavin' a .44, yellin', "Nigga, that's my bitch"
Shit is so cynical, how can we be in six different hoods
Livin' identical when the trench is divided?
But I'ma ball till you fall off the deep end
I'm a wolf but the trench coat is sheepskin
Grind Monday, grind Tues—, nah, fuck it, I grind every day
Even the weekend, that's my seven day theory
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll the blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll a blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
They wanna know why niggas robbin'
Robbers turn around and wanna know why it's a problem
They look at American history, military consistently take shit
'Cause can't nobody stop 'em
Now we some Ivy League students of the game
Take his chain, shoot him in the brain, tutors did the same
But soon as you do it, they introduce you to the flame
So why would you do it, man? ('Cause niggas don't give a fuck)
So why would you do it, homie? ('Cause niggas don't give a fuck)
So why did you do the dirt? ('Cause niggas don't give a fuck)
Unapologetic for any sucker bringing me death
Even though I'm not the same, I don't got a single regret
I've been pushing this line since dropping a single cassette
C.O.B. is so deep, these niggas think it's a set
If you ever come around here fucking with my peace
I'ma blow you into next week, nigga, that's my seven day theory
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll the blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll a blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
Smooth it out
California (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
20 years of C.O.B., that COB shit (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
COB
Some of y'all been riding with me the whole time (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
I'm sending you a general salute (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
Yeah (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
We in here right now with my boy Studio Joe (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
The Great Divine (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
Yo, Joe, keep this shit rollin' a little bit
This the sound the West Coast was built on
I guess some things are timeless
I heard you sold 300 copies of your last shit and you talkin' about me
Hol' up
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll the blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll a blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
Money motivate us to get it all (That's a bet)
Soon as you ball, jealousy get involved (That's a threat)
In this world of sinners, we did it all
Spin and draw bullets to hit the wall, forensics all (That's a TEC)
Me and my dawgs living criminal minded
Stuck in the gang, then I'm reminded
The system designed it for prison confinement
And niggas was blinded by riches and diamonds
Addicted to chillin' with fine shit
Nigga, that side chick gon' have somebody kickin' your door
Wavin' a .44, yellin', "Nigga, that's my bitch"
Shit is so cynical, how can we be in six different hoods
Livin' identical when the trench is divided?
But I'ma ball till you fall off the deep end
I'm a wolf but the trench coat is sheepskin
Grind Monday, grind Tues—, nah, fuck it, I grind every day
Even the weekend, that's my seven day theory
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll the blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll a blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
They wanna know why niggas robbin'
Robbers turn around and wanna know why it's a problem
They look at American history, military consistently take shit
'Cause can't nobody stop 'em
Now we some Ivy League students of the game
Take his chain, shoot him in the brain, tutors did the same
But soon as you do it, they introduce you to the flame
So why would you do it, man? ('Cause niggas don't give a fuck)
So why would you do it, homie? ('Cause niggas don't give a fuck)
So why did you do the dirt? ('Cause niggas don't give a fuck)
Unapologetic for any sucker bringing me death
Even though I'm not the same, I don't got a single regret
I've been pushing this line since dropping a single cassette
C.O.B. is so deep, these niggas think it's a set
If you ever come around here fucking with my peace
I'ma blow you into next week, nigga, that's my seven day theory
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll the blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
What makes my niggas do the things that we do?
Squeeze the trigger, roll a blunt, drink brew
Stack some guap, pass a bop through the crew
Rhyme for pay or slang some Yay, ay
Smooth it out
California (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
20 years of C.O.B., that COB shit (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
COB
Some of y'all been riding with me the whole time (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
I'm sending you a general salute (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
Yeah (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
We in here right now with my boy Studio Joe (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
The Great Divine (Yellin' "Nigga, that's my bitch")
Yo, Joe, keep this shit rollin' a little bit
This the sound the West Coast was built on
