LaToiya Williams, Tha Eastsidaz Crip Hop (feat. LaToiya Williams) cover

Crip Hop (feat. LaToiya Williams)
by LaToiya Williams &
Lyrics and Meaning


Released
July 31, 2001
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Crip Hop (feat. LaToiya Williams) Lyrics

Song Meaning
Verse 1
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
I'm tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz 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 niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin that this shit hot
This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop
Verse 2
[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 niggaz bein more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Verse 3
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
Verse 4
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
Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast
Verse 5
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 and the cops and control your block
Verse 6
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
Verse 7
So death to all my enemies
And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy
These weak niggaz killin me
With their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me
Verse 8
[Chorus]
Verse 9
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip
Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer
In D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy
Verse 10
See we see all we can see
G.R. we can G, the Eastside family
Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this Eastside shit 'cause, I'm co-signin
Verse 11
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
Verse 12
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 want to fuck with me (yeh yeh)
Verse 13
[Chorus]
Verse 14
[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 shit gon' see (gon' C)
Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker why'all be starvin
Verse 15
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
Verse 16
Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz 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
Verse 17
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, like a motherfuckin cut
Verse 18
Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' 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 strugglin
Verse 19
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
Verse 20
[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
Verse 21
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.
Verse 22
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)
Deuces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit)
Verse 23
I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)
Deuces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!)
Verse 24
[Snoop Dogg]
Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside)
What why'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)
I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)
I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit
Verse 25
I'm talking crip shit to you baby
Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside
Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside

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