Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crip Wit Us , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Release date: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crip Wit Us |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Niggas like you don’t make it over here |
| Where it’s all about your heart and the clothes you wear |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Took five years to digest this shit |
| So now you got it, be-atch! |