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Tha Dogg Pound - Crip Wit Up lyrics
[Chorus - Daz Dillinger] 2x All my niggas won't you Crip with me All my bitches won't you Crip with me If you ain't Crippin, you my e-ne-my Everybody won't you Crip with me [Daz] Awwww! Emcees I assassinate Don't play no games, don't procrastinate Got my homeboy Slip, playin 'round with the clip Ready to slap a bitch, and poppin' off at the lip Whatchu want somethin', get my gauge and pop somethin Quick to pull it out, clop ka-pop-pop somethin What the fuck all y'all niggas want to know about the Gang Actin like y'all niggas ain't really knew my name Nigga you see, we gangstas, hearts and all Let it spark, get the niggas through the dark and all See 'em all runnin through the parkin lot Give a fuck homeboys cuz we sparks it off I'm a R.A.W. dog assassin from the D.P.G. And I'll be one precious and duchess emsee When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what Best believe it be Daz and that nigga Kurupt We got it all locked down cuz you ain't hittin no mo' Washed up, what the fuck, you ain't hittin no mo' The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat is askin To motherfuckin blast it, stretch like elastic Now you been a has been, took out the game Ran smack dead into a train, motherfucker And gettin busy like an everyday thing Long Beach, Eastside insane, motherfucker [Chorus - Daz] 2x [Kurupt] Ske-daddle, emcees, well these two ranest terrorists Pterodactyl overlookin the plains, off a propane flame Stickin niggas paraputic, poetical, we theraputic Emcees propurized, punished, and executed Don't say I shoot, homeboy shooted You up against the grizzly, cuz McKenzie I'm on a friend, ain't nothin fun or friendly I'm headed to where your friends be, yea motherfucker You wanna bust it in or off the head motherfucker You heard what I said motherfucker Yea Kurupt, what the fuck, kidnappin 'em duck [Daz] Niggas like you don't make it over here Where it's all about your heart and the clothes you wear [Kurupt] I move out this bitch at the age of sixteen Got my first M-16 at eighteen First thing I knew was 11-8 gangstas Then don't ya know, moved by the 6-0's Ya ever got quoted, well I did nigga Quoted on by, ?, Embart, and Harthone In this land we in homie it's all about stripes The fool thinkin a nigga settle down with kids and a wife Fuck a bitch homie, but I warned you homeboy You can't beat on 'em in California, they'll call the cops on ya Born in the illy philly Philadel When from Sheltoe and Dekes to heat and Canishel When from rhymin on the block, to mini-macks and knots The macks, petas, mini-mags, and glocks, motherfucker [Chorus - Daz] 2x [Daz] Oh yea, we are most definately in effect Right about now Dogg Pound gangstas Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz Pushin all them other suckers to the side All the niggas ran out on us Shit, we're soundin dope, we right here Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz {*toilet flushes* Took five years to digest this shit So now you got it, be-atch! |
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