Tha Eastsidaz, LaToiya Williams - Crip Hop lyrics

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 hit rocks
To the last drip-drop to the
Tick tock to the blocks niggas rip Glocks
I'm knowin that this shit hot
This your first introduction to
This motherfuckin crip hop

It's time to research the documents
And pull some files
And put it down with this gangsta style
Cause I be 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 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 killer tendencies
So death to all my enemies
And to the homies who 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


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 DC, fuckin with a breezy, easy
See we see all we can see
GR 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)

C r i p cause that's all we G
I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip
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 proper
Get yo' own heat
In case some niggas 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!
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 OG 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

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 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)

Oooh! yeah, that Eastsider shit
(Eastside Eastside)
What y'all know about this here
(what what wha-wha-what?)
I'm (I'm) talking crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)
I'm talking crip shit
I'm talking crip shit to you baby
Eastside ahh! Eastside, Eastside
Ahh eastside, Eastside!
Uhh, ahh eastside, Eastside