Lyrics:
From the spotlight
To the moon light
Do the crip walk
Do the crip walk(brr)
Do the crip walk(woo)
Do the crip walk(woo)
Do the crip walk(woo)(yeah)
talkin' shit, got me walkin' like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the re-up
I'm married to the streets, fuck a prenup
Ay lil' nigga roll the weed up
Ryders on the west cost
Ya herd me
Look I don't care if you a blood
I don't care if you a crip throw it up throw it up
You can crip walk to this
Naw
like a big crip crip
All these blues on me I look like a big crip crip
I got big drip bitch I got big drip (Drip)
I got big drip bitch I got big drip
getting money (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Pockets on Crip, blue strip hunnids (strip hunnids)
Pockets on Crip, blue strip hunnids (strip hunnids)
Just
On crip street where the crips meet
Get the steppin on um got big feet
Got big heat aint shit sweet finna boss up like im big meech
On crip street
first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop
[Tray Deee]
It's time to research the documents and pull some files
And put it down with this
I don't even dance I just Crip hop
I don't even dance I just Crip hop
I don't even dance I just Crip hop
I don't even dance I just Crip hop
Crip hop
introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop
It's time to research the documents and pull some files
And put it down with this gangsta style
'Cause I be seein
introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop
It's time to research the documents and pull some files
And put it down with this gangsta style
'Cause I be seein
introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop
It's time to research the documents and pull some files
And put it down with this gangsta style
'Cause I be seein
10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side
Where they don't die, they
10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side
Where they don't die,
Bitta bread
Bitta butter
Bitta crips in de middle
Bitta bread
Bitta butter
Bitta crips in de middle
Bitta bread
Bitta butter
Bitta crips in de middle
arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin' them coin
You dancin', we pull up with guns, I'm 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got
Written by: James Ray, Sal, Dido Brown
Blood,(what set you from) Crip,(what set you from)Tears,(what set you from)
You gotcha mama crying
Bloody drip But my money crip
Bloody drip but my money crip
Bloody drip but my money crip
Everything period, Bag talk serious
Bloody drip But my
Bloods and Crips, act like kids
They always fightin' each other
And I don't like it
I see them hatin' on each
Other, and it's sad, bro
That's why I
blue
Like a crip
Goofies wanna be me, like, it's easy, see
I am not crip, but with this
Drip I look like Eazy E, easy three
Nigga, grip your lips, you
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah (RealRed, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
Crip, Crip (Turn me up, YC)
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip (DMac
NO TEU BLOCO MANDANDO C WALK NO BAIRRO
BITCH EU SOU CRIP
BITCH EU SO-SOU CRIP
BITCH EU SOU CRIP
BITCH EU SO-SOU CRIP
BITCH EU SOU CRIP
BITCH EU SO-SOU
I eat pain fuck nigga shit
(Ridding with a crip)
I eat pain fuck nigga shit
(Ridding with a crip)
I eat pain fuck nigga shit
(Ridding with a crip)
I
Casuals everything around me
Crips teller spenna sex i fra saldo
Casuals everything around me
Crips teller spenna sex i fra saldo
Dette er Crips
Don't provoke this thug
See these shoes, nigga, super out blood
What the fuck do you though this was, nigga?
I'm a crip and a blood, too, cuz now
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