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Crown Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Hopsin
From Album: Pound Syndrome
Written by: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
Year: 2015




Hopsin - Crown Me Lyrics
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I'm from that small city called Panorama
Where them vato's roam and they blast they hammers
Never had no sense, so I'm bad with manners
Who'd have thought I'd be living life in the flashing cameras?
Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh)
Niggas could never figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes)
I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (Who?)
So don't underestimate 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 wanna jog the field in my shoes? That's a lot to fill
It won't happen, you cannot be real
Man, there's so many rappers that wanna catch my fade
So many bitches that wanna snatch my blang
I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head
Mama in the street yelling "That's my baby!"
You want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables?
I think you should get up off my genitals
Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, this shit is critical
Imma have to get rough and get all my sentinels
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
Killing shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote
I be on it, man, ya boy's international
Yeah, I'm mad with rhymes
Been doing 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

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 little 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! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), 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 Zirconia's all up in my ear
Over jewelry, I don't get excited
My perception in life is "Why the f*ck am I here, nigga?"
I've been this way since your ass has been sucking on titties
Since niggas cocked back, and start busting on Fifty
Since J-Lo was mobbing 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 pushing me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo
You fanning 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
Rocking feminine shit, tryna 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
F*cking with an 8, no life of Pi
Tell me, what position would the game be in
Without me having the ability to rape the pen?
Pound Syndrome, this is it, I'm weighing 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 little 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! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!

Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
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I'm from that small city called Panorama
Where them vato's roam and they blast they hammers
Never had no sense, so I'm bad with manners
Who'd have thought I'd be living life in the flashing cameras?
Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh)
Niggas could never figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes)
I be bullying everybody like I'm Brutus! (Who?)
So don't underestimate 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 wanna jog the field in my shoes? That's a lot to fill
It won't happen, you cannot be real
Man, there's so many rappers that wanna catch my fade
So many bitches that wanna snatch my blang
I'll probably end up on the news dead, bullet in the head
Mama in the street yelling "That's my baby!"
You want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables?
I think you should get up off my genitals
Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, this shit is critical
Imma have to get rough and get all my sentinels
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
Killing shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote
I be on it, man, ya boy's international
Yeah, I'm mad with rhymes
Been doing 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

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 little 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! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), 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 Zirconia's all up in my ear
Over jewelry, I don't get excited
My perception in life is "Why the f*ck am I here, nigga?"
I've been this way since your ass has been sucking on titties
Since niggas cocked back, and start busting on Fifty
Since J-Lo was mobbing 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 pushing me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo
You fanning 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
Rocking feminine shit, tryna 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
F*cking with an 8, no life of Pi
Tell me, what position would the game be in
Without me having the ability to rape the pen?
Pound Syndrome, this is it, I'm weighing 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 little 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! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!

Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Give it!), I said "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (C'mon!), give me that shit!
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Writer: MARCUS JAMAL HOPSON
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