Crip Hop

[Chorus] I'm tired of that punk shit Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin that this shit hot This your first 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 niggaz bein more aggressive now After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless To manage this dramaticness I call my rep Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check Certified murder guide through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash niggas have done did when the steel'll blast Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock Lick shots and the cops and control your block Keep it true with the crew from the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin' G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy These weak niggaz killin' me with their proclivity to even proclamate that they as real as me [Chorus] Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy See we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the Eastside family Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot On this Eastside shit 'cause, I'm co-signin On the East fuck peace we ridin violent Fuck where you been it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped when they all try to knock knock knock Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't want to fuck with me (yeh yeh) [Chorus] C.R.I.P... 'Cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' see (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave Flip your own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy! Niggaz ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin? If so, grab a nine and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga [LaToiya Williams] Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest and other guys can't fade us cause we're the hardest in the town (?) and duces, never could be faded And all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out And that's on Eastside L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin coast to coast and we be blowin dope, and baby that's the shit I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit) Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit) I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit) Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!) [Snoop Dogg] Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside) What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?) I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me) I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit I'm talking crip shit to you baby Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside! Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside