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- SNOOP DOGG - Crip Hop (w. LaToiya Williams) Lyrics
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- SNOOP DOGG LYRICS
- "Crip Hop"
- (feat. LaToiya Williams)
- [Chorus: Tray Deee]
- 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
- [Tray Deee]
- 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
- 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 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 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 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)
- [Chorus]
- [Goldie Loc]
- 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' 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 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
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