Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 Lil' Crips, artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 Lil' Crips |
Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside |
All from the turf and they bangin out lives |
Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside |
Where they don’t die they just multiply |
So. |
don’t give them nig*az a reason |
To turn it into spray season |
Don’t give them nig*az a reason |
Because they’ll turn it into Crip season |
The gangsta’s back, the bank is fat |
The gangsta mack, in a gangsta 'llac |
Hmm. |
fools be like, «Break off some cheese» |
Friends and enemies, aww nig*a please |
F*ck, you thought who pumped you up |
Stop, you stuck too much, pop, drop, you plucked |
It’s all similar to gettin laaaid |
On ya back when the motherf*ckin K spraaays |
I grind for my shine about my bidness |
Lunatic on the sh*t and I get ignit (ignit) |
Gonna proceed to squeeze with ease |
One of these, they can’t believe how I leave 'em |
Look into a mind of a nig*a that’s crazy |
Seventeen years old and still a baby |
Gangstas real, they pop the pill |
You cap back, young motherf*cker it’s like that |
Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside |
All from the turf and they bangin out lives |
Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside |
Where they don’t die they just multiply |
So. |
don’t give them nig*az a reason |
To turn it into spray season |
Don’t give them nig*az a reason |
Because they’ll turn it into Crip season |
Wake up in the morning lookin funny and sh*t |
F*ck a honey dip. |
'cause I got money to get |
Ain’t no books, ain’t no help, ain’t no role to this |
Stay focused young homey, that’s the code to this |
Keep a strap in ya pocket when ya tip through the towns |
There’s a million motherf*ckers tryna get you down |
A lot of pain in this game, cocaine is the thang |
If ya money right then you might get you a chain |
But if ya money is low, there’s only one way to go |
Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show |
So mean, so green, crip back to the block |
Then brag to the homies, show 'em what you got |
It’s a gangsta jack (gangsta jack), in gangsta black (black) |
And they thought we just gangsta rapped |
Yeah nigga, we take your snaps |
Your shooby dooby, hooroobies, and your Scooby snacks (It's like that?) |
It’s like that! |
Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside |
All from the turf and they bangin out lives |
Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside |
Where they don’t die they just multiply |
So. |
don’t give them nig*az a reason |
To turn it into spray season |
Don’t give them nig*az a reason |
Because they’ll turn it into Crip season |
It’s a whole lot of fillin when you on the Eastside |
On the Eastside, ni*ga we ride |
And it’s a whole lot of dealin when you on the Eastside |
On the Eastside, ni*ga we ride |
And it’s a whole lot of stealin when you on the Eastside |
On the Eastside, ni*ga we ride |
And it’s a whole lot of killin when you on the Eastside |
Eastside, yeah nig*a we ride |
Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside |
All from the turf and they bangin out lives |
Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside |
Where they don’t die they just multiply |
So. |
don’t give them nig*az a reason |
To turn it into spray season |
Don’t give them nig*az a reason |
Because they’ll turn it into Crip season |
They say it’s crazy out here, it ain’t no more fun |
I can’t walk down the street without my gun, gun |