Crip Hop

[Chorus: Tray Deee] I'm tired of that punk shit Where niggas 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 heat rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas grip Glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot This your first introduction to this motherfuckin' Crip hop [Verse 1: Tray Deee] It's time to research the documents and pull some files And put it down with this gangsta style 'Cause I been seein' niggas 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 MAC's Dip roam, chip phones, flip zones of rock Lick shots at the cops and control your blocc Keep it true with the crew from the old and new By providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, participate in all the activity That's how we livin', G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies And to the homies that rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy These weak niggas killin' me With their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me [Chorus: Tray Deee] I'm tired of that punk shit Where niggas 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 heat rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas grip Glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot This your first introduction to this motherfuckin' Crip hop [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] [Yeah, nigga this Crip, Crip, Crip] Talk shit and I'mma 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 all 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 rida And you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Tray Deee] I'm tired of that punk shit Where niggas 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 heat rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas grip Glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot This your first introduction to this motherfuckin' Crip hop [Verse 3: Goldie Loc] C.. R.. I.. P.., 'cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip (Curip) And I'mma 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 profit Get yo' own heat, in case some niggas try to stop ya Be a boss hog about yo' money, loc, 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! Niggas 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, niggas 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 [Verse 4: LaToiya Williams] Dogg Pound groovin', Eastside is the greatest And none of y'all can fade us 'Cause we're the hardest in the town I's and Duces never could be faded And all you suckers hate it But on Crip, it's goin down And, baby, have no doubt, we gonna turn it out And that's on Eastside LBC 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!) [Verse 5: 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..kin'.. Crip shit (Talk to me, talk to me) I'm.. tal..kin'.. Crip shit I'm talkin' Crip shit to you, baby Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside! Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside