Baby Boy movie - Crip Hop lyrics
rate meSong by The Eastsidaz<br /><br>
[Chorus: Tray Deee]<br>
I'm tired of that punk shit<br>
Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit<br>
I bang it to the tip-top<br>
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks<br>
To the last drip-drop<br>
To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks<br>
I'm knowin that this shit hot<br>
This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop<br>
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[Tray Deee]<br>
It's time to research the documents and pull some files<br>
and put it down with this gangsta style<br>
Cause I be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now<br>
after peace treaty meetings and the weapons down<br>
Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals<br>
To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless<br>
To manage this dramaticness I call my rep<br>
Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check<br>
Certified murder guide through the streets of death<br>
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met<br>
From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash<br>
Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast<br>
Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag<br>
Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs<br>
Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock<br>
Lick shots and the cops and control your block<br>
Keep it true with the crew from the old to new<br>
Ride providin 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do<br>
Notice who, participatin all the activity<br>
That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies<br>
So death to all my enemies<br>
And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy<br>
These weak niggaz killin me<br>
with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Snoop Dogg]<br>
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip<br>
Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip<br>
I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer<br>
in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy<br>
See we see all we can see<br>
G.R. we can G, the Eastside family<br>
Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot<br>
On this Eastside shit cuz, I'm co-signin<br>
On the East fuck peace we ridin violent<br>
Fuck where you been it's all about where I been<br>
Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped<br>
when they all try to knock knock knock<br>
Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels<br>
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables<br>
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider<br>
and you don't wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Goldie Loc]<br>
C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G<br>
I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip<br>
and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C)<br>
Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin<br>
on my nuts without bucks like Marvin<br>
You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin<br>
Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave<br>
Flip your own money, make your own proper<br>
Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya<br>
Be a boss hog about your money, float loc<br>
And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked<br>
like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit<br>
Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy!<br>
Niggaz ran in with toys<br>
If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys<br>
We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut<br>
Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck<br>
Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin ass<br>
Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass<br>
It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin<br>
Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin?<br>
If so, grab a nine and start to trip<br>
But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga<br>
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[LaToiya Williams]<br>
Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest<br>
and other guys can't fade us<br>
cause we're the hardest in the town<br>
(?) and duces, never could be faded<br>
And all you suckers hate it<br>
Ohh crip is goin down<br>
And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out<br>
And that's on Eastside L.B.C.<br>
And we're the best, we rockin coast to coast<br>
and we be blowin dope, and baby that's the shit<br>
I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)<br>
Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit)<br>
I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)<br>
Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!)<br>
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[Snoop Dogg]<br>
Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside)<br>
What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)<br>
I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)<br>
I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit<br>
I'm talking crip shit to you baby<br>
Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside<br>
Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!<br>
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside<br>
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