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Song:Crip Hop
Album:Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned WayGenres:Rap & Hip-Hop
Year:2001 Length:314 sec

Lyrics:

F/ LaToiya Williams

[Chorus: Tray Deee]
Im tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit
I bang it to the tip-top
Cant stop, wont stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop
To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
Im knowin that this shit hot
This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop

[Tray Deee]
Its 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 its unlikely that youre 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 steelll 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
Thats 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 proclimate that they as real as me

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip
Talk shit and Ima bust yo lip
Im 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 cuz, Im co-signin
On the East fuck peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you been its 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 wont deny ya, Im a straight rider
And you dont wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)

[Chorus]

[Goldie Loc]
C.. R.. I.. P.. cause thats all we G
Im from Rollin, 20, Gangsta Crip
And Ima tell you how the shit gon C (gon C)
Now if I wasnt rappin motherfucker yall be starvin
On my nuts without bucks like Marvin
You cant sleep, you cant 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 didnt see em its 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
Its 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, dont let nobody punk you out yo grip nigga

[LaToiya Williams]
Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest
And other guys cant fade us
Cause were 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 thats on Eastside L.B.C.
And were the best, we rockin coast to coast
And we be blowin dope, and baby thats the shit
Im talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)
Duces n trayz bangin (that real crip shit)
Im 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 yall know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)
Im (Im) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)
Im.. tal..king.. crip shit
Im talking crip shit to you baby
Eastside.. ahh!Eastside, Eastside
Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside




 

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