Crip Hop Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

Crip Hop Lyrics

    [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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