Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cripn 4 Life, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 23.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cripn 4 Life |
| Yo, Unc' you wasn't lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz |
| All this money I'm makin' |
| They thinkin' Mason, but I ain't Pappy |
| Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my braids nappy |
| My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly |
| For the same caddy, that with the same navi' |
| I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' like a |
| Uncle Snoop in the coupe with group |
| Bad bitch twistin' my locks, Jack in the box |
| Do it major, slang my flavor as I stayed on the block |
| They raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven sent |
| Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print |
| I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never spent |
| Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the medicine |
| Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever paid |
| Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a renegade |
| Drinkin' Crip juice with a splash of some lemonade |
| We on Daytons and we skatin' like a icecapade |
| Gelato we can light for days, on God I'm a boss now |
| Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg Pound |
| Used to the water nobody get nervous if it's sharks round |
| Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly walk now |
| Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I done fought |
| All the bud that I done bought, and all the bitches that they thought |
| That they could get a piece of my establishment |
| Looky here bitch, I ain't havin' it |
| If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a backward flip |
| My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic grip |
| Had an advantage in the trap was good at math and shit |
| Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine this |
| It's like a, action flick, with the mackin' pimp |
| The rap I spit will hit you like a tag and split |
| Bag the fit, blue rag, sag for this |
| You mad as shit, my nigga East bagged ya bitch |
| Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never Crip enough |
| Unc' put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up? |
| Don't even trip nephew, just clean the kitchen up |
| And keep it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah |
| Real talk (real talk) |
| From Dogg Pound to Uptown |
| Real shit (real shit) |
| You can't spell West without the ES |
| You know what it is (you know what it is) |
| Real hustlers, real Crip'n (real Crip'n) |
| Shout out to my nigga Mars |
| MyGuy, for hookin' up this motherfuckin' beat |
| Yo East, I told you when you hit the motherfuckin' |
| LAX, touch down, nigga |
| Cause I got that bubblegum |
| That real shit, that real Crip shit |
| You what I'm talkin' 'bout |
| That hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz |
| You can't get it no where but here, for real though |
| Have a little bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade |
| And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be aight |
| You understand me, yeah, East |