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Snoop Dogg( Cordozar Calvin Broadus )
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Crip Hop (Featuring DJ Whoo Kid & Uncle Charlie Wilson)
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' gang bang 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 being 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 Niggaz 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 Hennessey These weak niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro climate that they as real as me
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' gang bang 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
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 East side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this East side shit 'cuz, 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 wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
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' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction To this motherfuckin' crip hop
CRIP 'cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip And I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (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 East side 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
Dogg Pound groovin', East side 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 East side 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)
Oooh, yeah, that East sider shit (East side, East side) What y'all know about this here (What, what, what?) I'm talking crip shit (I'm, talk to me, talk to me)
I'm talking crip shit I'm talking crip shit to you baby East side ahh, East side, East side Ahh, East side, East side
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