Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tookie, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Tookie |
| Tookie Williams, San Quentin |
| I’m down to die for this bidness |
| Blue laces in my tennis |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| If he a opposite, cuz, we get it |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| Strapped, trippin', riding out my jurisdiction |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| My pops said I won’t see Heaven how I’m livin' |
| Well, I guess I’ma burn to Hell with this crippin' |
| Now I’m masked up in that Civic, me and my young Locs |
| A bunch of wild niggas that’d kill for free but I tip 'em a couple C-notes |
| I got a young homie that’s 16, and he out here, trappin' shit |
| Young nigga with a mean shot, I call that nigga «Stojaković» |
| Blue rag came with my starter, and I got it on me, don’t bother |
| This why I’m walking like one leg larger |
| I’m short nigga but a giant to you, barber |
| Looking like he got sawed up |
| He got hit with that sawed-off, shotty blew his limbs off |
| Don’t try us, your bitch wanna ride with us |
| And bang the hood with a young boss, on Crip |
| Tookie Williams, San Quentin |
| I’m down to die for this bidness |
| Blue laces in my tennis |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| If he a opposite, cuz, we get it |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| I’m back on that bullshit, I just bought a nine with a full clip |
| Catch you preaching that bullshit, leave a nigga holy in the pulpit |
| Probably in a carpool with Crips, strapped up, nigga, act up |
| Have your ass all over Instagram, bruh, with emotional RIP captions |
| Glock make a nigga jump like Vince Carter |
| Lil nigga with the nine like Ryan Harper |
| When he off a pill, know he down to kill |
| Like a Lex shit starter |
| Hit your house like a band in the South, we drummin' shit |
| And this paper chase is a marathon, so fuck you and who you runnin' with |
| I’m a Long Beach, East side, mad-ass lunatic |
| Known to drop many nigga when the Ruger spit |
| And I stand and fit shit |
| Get a nigga while he sleeping on some Kruger shit |
| Keep that Nina on my hip like my baby |
| It’s a, bitch, no safety |
| Hit your block, making niggas do a 180 |
| If he got cold feet, I’ma cold case him |
| Tookie Williams, San Quentin |
| I’m down to die for this bidness |
| Blue laces in my tennis |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |
| If he a opposite, cuz, we get it |
| This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin' |