Goldie Loc - Crip Hop lyrics

[Hook: Tray Deee] I'm tired of that punk sh** Where n***as claim to done, where they from and who run sh** I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin g**n hit rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks n***as rip Glocks I'm knowin that this sh** hot This your first introduction to this motherf**in 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 n***as 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 d**h Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real k**er deal get ya steal and mash n***as have done did when the steel'll blast Pockets filled with cash, f** a Benz or Jag Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock Lick shots at 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 k**er tendencies So d**h to all my enemies And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy These weak n***as k**in me With their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me [Hook] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah n***a this crip, crip, crip Talk sh** and I'mma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., f**in 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 sh** cuz, I'm co-signin On the East f** peace we ridin violent f** 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 sh** burnin on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider And you don't wanna f** with me (yeh yeh) [Hook] [Goldie Loc] C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip And I'mma tell you how the sh** gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherf**er 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 n***as 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-a** blunt, of that bomb sh** Have a babysitter set that a** up for chip Chips Ahoy! n***as ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys We be mobbin, like a motherf**in cut Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck Two times, trey times on yo' motherf**in a** Keep it O.G. n***a, rewind and pa** It's just another day and forty dozen, n***as 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 n***a [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 s**ers 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 sh** I'm talkin real sh** to ya baby (that real crip sh**) Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip sh**) I'm talkin real sh** to ya baby (that real crip sh**) Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!) [Snoop Dogg] Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider sh** (Eastside Eastside) What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?) I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip sh** (talk to me, talk to me) I'm.. tal..king.. crip sh** I'm talking crip sh** to you baby Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside! Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside