| Tookie Williams, San Quentin
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| I’m down to die for this bidness
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| Blue laces in my tennis
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| If he a opposite, cuz, we get it
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| Strapped, trippin', riding out my jurisdiction
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| My pops said I won’t see Heaven how I’m livin'
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| Well, I guess I’ma burn to Hell with this crippin'
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| Now I’m masked up in that Civic, me and my young Locs
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| A bunch of wild niggas that’d kill for free but I tip 'em a couple C-notes
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| I got a young homie that’s 16, and he out here, trappin' shit
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| Young nigga with a mean shot, I call that nigga «Stojaković»
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| Blue rag came with my starter, and I got it on me, don’t bother
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| This why I’m walking like one leg larger
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| I’m short nigga but a giant to you, barber
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| Looking like he got sawed up
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| He got hit with that sawed-off, shotty blew his limbs off
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| Don’t try us, your bitch wanna ride with us
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| And bang the hood with a young boss, on Crip
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| Tookie Williams, San Quentin
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| I’m down to die for this bidness
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| Blue laces in my tennis
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| If he a opposite, cuz, we get it
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| I’m back on that bullshit, I just bought a nine with a full clip
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| Catch you preaching that bullshit, leave a nigga holy in the pulpit
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| Probably in a carpool with Crips, strapped up, nigga, act up
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| Have your ass all over Instagram, bruh, with emotional RIP captions
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| Glock make a nigga jump like Vince Carter
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| Lil nigga with the nine like Ryan Harper
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| When he off a pill, know he down to kill
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| Like a Lex shit starter
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| Hit your house like a band in the South, we drummin' shit
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| And this paper chase is a marathon, so fuck you and who you runnin' with
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| I’m a Long Beach, East side, mad-ass lunatic
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| Known to drop many nigga when the Ruger spit
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| And I stand and fit shit
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| Get a nigga while he sleeping on some Kruger shit
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| Keep that Nina on my hip like my baby
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| It’s a, bitch, no safety
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| Hit your block, making niggas do a 180
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| If he got cold feet, I’ma cold case him
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| Tookie Williams, San Quentin
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| I’m down to die for this bidness
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| Blue laces in my tennis
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'
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| If he a opposite, cuz, we get it
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| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tookie , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп