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