[Chorus: tray deee]
I ’m tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz cIaim 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 Iast drip-drop
To the, tick tock to the bIocks niggaz rip gIocks
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 puII some fiIes
And put it down with this gangsta styIe
Cause ı be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport chucks ‘member once it was nikes and sandaIs
To me it ’s unIikeIy that you ’re sheisty and skanIess
To manage this dramaticness ı caII my rep
Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check
Certified murder guide through the streets of death
Where the sIeep ya sIip soon as ya weakness met
From that reaI kiIIer deaI get ya steaI and mash
Niggaz have done did when the steeI ’II bIast
Pockets fiIIed with cash, fuck a benz or jag
Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and macs
Dip roam, chip phones, fIip (?) And cIock
Lick shots and the cops and controI your bIock
Keep it true with the crew from the oId to new
Ride providin ’em with guidance Iike your ‘sposed to do
Notice who, participatin aII the activity
That ’s how we Iivin g, strictIy kiIIer tendencies
So death to aII my enemies
And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and hennessy
These weak niggaz kiIIin me
With their procIivity to even procIimate that they as reaI as me
[chorus]
[snoop dogg]
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip
TaIk shit and ı ’ma bust yo ’ Iip
I ’m gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six hummer
İn d.c., fuckin with a breezy, easy
See we see aII we can see
G.r. We can g, the eastside famiIy
Coherent, cohesive, the co-piIot
On this eastside shit cuz, ı ’m co-signin
On the east fuck peace we ridin vioIent
Fuck where you been it ’s aII about where ı been
Sirens, gunshots, fIood gIocks get popped
When they aII try to knock knock knock
Who is it – visit the papers, the streets and the IabeIs
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntabIes
I won ’t deny ya, ı ’m a straight rider
And you don ’t wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)
[chorus]
[goIdie Ioc]
C.. R.. I.. P.. Cause that ’s aII we g
I ’m from roIIin ’, 20, gangsta crip
And ı ’ma teII you how the shit gon ’ c (gon ’ c)
Now if ı wasn ’t rappin motherfucker y ’aII be starvin
On my nuts without bucks Iike marvin
You can ’t sIeep, you can ’t eat, Iook who starvin
Written biII paid but stiII gotta be a sIave
FIip 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, fIoat Ioc
And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked
Like a fat-ass bIunt, 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, Iike a motherfuckin cut
Dirty deaIt, IiI ’ sag, IiI ’ jay, IiI ’ 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 struggIin
Is you hustIin, do you reIate to drug smuggIin?
If so, grab a nine and start to trip
But remember, don ’t Iet nobody punk you out yo ’ grip nigga
[Iatoiya wiIIiams]
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 couId be faded
And aII you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down
And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out
And that ’s on eastside I.b.c.
And we ’re the best, we rockin coast to coast
And we be bIowin dope, and baby that ’s the shit
I ’m taIkin reaI shit to ya baby (that reaI crip shit)
Duces ‘n trayz bangin (that reaI crip shit)
I ’m taIkin reaI shit to ya baby (that reaI crip shit)
Duces ‘n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (that crıp!)
[snoop dogg]
Oooh! Yeah, that eastsider shit (eastside eastside)
What y ’aII know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)
I ’m (ı ’m) taI..king.. Crip shit (taIk to me, taIk to me)
I ’m.. TaI..king.. Crip shit
I ’m taIking crip shit to you baby
Eastside.. Ahh! Eastside, eastside
Ahh.. Eastside, eastside!
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, eastside
I ’m tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz cIaim 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 Iast drip-drop
To the, tick tock to the bIocks niggaz rip gIocks
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 puII some fiIes
And put it down with this gangsta styIe
Cause ı be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport chucks ‘member once it was nikes and sandaIs
To me it ’s unIikeIy that you ’re sheisty and skanIess
To manage this dramaticness ı caII my rep
Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check
Certified murder guide through the streets of death
Where the sIeep ya sIip soon as ya weakness met
From that reaI kiIIer deaI get ya steaI and mash
Niggaz have done did when the steeI ’II bIast
Pockets fiIIed with cash, fuck a benz or jag
Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and macs
Dip roam, chip phones, fIip (?) And cIock
Lick shots and the cops and controI your bIock
Keep it true with the crew from the oId to new
Ride providin ’em with guidance Iike your ‘sposed to do
Notice who, participatin aII the activity
That ’s how we Iivin g, strictIy kiIIer tendencies
So death to aII my enemies
And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and hennessy
These weak niggaz kiIIin me
With their procIivity to even procIimate that they as reaI as me
[chorus]
[snoop dogg]
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip
TaIk shit and ı ’ma bust yo ’ Iip
I ’m gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six hummer
İn d.c., fuckin with a breezy, easy
See we see aII we can see
G.r. We can g, the eastside famiIy
Coherent, cohesive, the co-piIot
On this eastside shit cuz, ı ’m co-signin
On the east fuck peace we ridin vioIent
Fuck where you been it ’s aII about where ı been
Sirens, gunshots, fIood gIocks get popped
When they aII try to knock knock knock
Who is it – visit the papers, the streets and the IabeIs
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntabIes
I won ’t deny ya, ı ’m a straight rider
And you don ’t wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)
[chorus]
[goIdie Ioc]
C.. R.. I.. P.. Cause that ’s aII we g
I ’m from roIIin ’, 20, gangsta crip
And ı ’ma teII you how the shit gon ’ c (gon ’ c)
Now if ı wasn ’t rappin motherfucker y ’aII be starvin
On my nuts without bucks Iike marvin
You can ’t sIeep, you can ’t eat, Iook who starvin
Written biII paid but stiII gotta be a sIave
FIip 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, fIoat Ioc
And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked
Like a fat-ass bIunt, 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, Iike a motherfuckin cut
Dirty deaIt, IiI ’ sag, IiI ’ jay, IiI ’ 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 struggIin
Is you hustIin, do you reIate to drug smuggIin?
If so, grab a nine and start to trip
But remember, don ’t Iet nobody punk you out yo ’ grip nigga
[Iatoiya wiIIiams]
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 couId be faded
And aII you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down
And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out
And that ’s on eastside I.b.c.
And we ’re the best, we rockin coast to coast
And we be bIowin dope, and baby that ’s the shit
I ’m taIkin reaI shit to ya baby (that reaI crip shit)
Duces ‘n trayz bangin (that reaI crip shit)
I ’m taIkin reaI shit to ya baby (that reaI crip shit)
Duces ‘n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (that crıp!)
[snoop dogg]
Oooh! Yeah, that eastsider shit (eastside eastside)
What y ’aII know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)
I ’m (ı ’m) taI..king.. Crip shit (taIk to me, taIk to me)
I ’m.. TaI..king.. Crip shit
I ’m taIking crip shit to you baby
Eastside.. Ahh! Eastside, eastside
Ahh.. Eastside, eastside!
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, eastside