Lyrics:
I'm off Crenshaw but don't trip though cause he a '60
And I can still move through St. Andrews
With Eight Tray's like it ain't shit though
I know
Crip
And the T on that Rangers is some Eight-Tray gangster shit
St. Louis Cardinals, you see the black peace stones in that
Crenshaw Mafia steppin' in
Soopafly, super high ruff cap slip
Fucking gangster shit 20 insane sixty crip
19th street crip, where the gangsters hang
It's a gang thang we all gang bang
eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this
No need to be a punk just dump when I say so
Empty the clip
So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under
I never thought I lived to see us chill
Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill
But I
to bring heat
Junebug with the eight ball crackin' for sho
We Bout to fall in the back studio and blow
[Tray-D]
Compound locked down foundation set
So keep
niggas on the East coast
Six-oh's, Eight Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh,
on
And take a note from ?? I'm a Crip down
Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town
T-Black, Kelly In Peace for the set trip
Now at 8 lay the monkey make me
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
shots it's blue life
I let my semi pop
Blowwww
West side crazy the eight tray
Navy
I roll with my militia
I call Pooh to come and get'cha
Y'all don't want
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
the Eight Tray Crips
They be running down if a nigga talk shit
Guarantee you if I shoot my shot I won't miss
Put that on my mother, I'm a jiggy
[Chorus : Tray Deee and Snoop Dogg]
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) bow wow, (Snoop!)
(Named Snoop) (Snoop!)
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop),
Rick Rock beats
Hand me my tray, baby
Baby gettin' fucked up right now
How y'all feel? Haha, I feel good, nigga, uh
Pop pop bang (Pop pop bang)
Do
[Hook: Tray Deee & Snoop Dogg]
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) bow wow, (SNOOP!)
(Named Snoop) (SNOOP!)
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop),
a'ight
Let me zone it
Credit-ass crip up on it, yeah
Ass she show me
Ass she show and she say SLATT
Speakin' new truth, no, won't do that
I tray that boy
was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm strapped up
Two-stepping with the devil dancing
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