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(feat. LaToiya Williams)
Chorus: Tray Deee
I'm tired of that punk s**t
Where claim to done, where they from and who run s**t
I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin g*ngb*ng hit rocks
To the last drip-drop
To the, tick tock to the blocks rip glocks
I'm knowin that this s**t hot
This your first introduction to this motherfkin 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 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
have done did when the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, fk 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 killin me
with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me
Chorus
Snoop Dogg
Yeah nigg* this crip, crip, crip
Talk s**t and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer
in D.C., fkin 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 s**t cuz, I'm co-signin
On the East fk peace we ridin violent
fk 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 s**t burnin on the turntables
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider
and you don't wanna fk 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 s**t gon' C (gon' C)
Now if I wasn't rappin motherfker 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 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 s**t
Have a babysitter set that as* up for chip Chips Ahoy!
ran in with toys
If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys
We be mobbin, like a motherfkin cut
Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck
Two times, trey times on yo' motherfkin ass
Keep it O.G. nigg*, rewind and pass
It's just another day and forty dozen, 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 nigg*
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 s**t
I'm talkin real s**t to ya baby (that real crip s**t)
Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip s**t)
I'm talkin real s**t to ya baby (that real crip s**t)
Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!)
Snoop Dogg
Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider s**t (Eastside Eastside)
What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)
I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip s**t (talk to me, talk to me)
I'm.. tal..king.. crip s**t
I'm talking crip s**t to you baby
Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside
Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside