[Chorus: Tray Deee]

I'm tired of that punk shit

Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit

I bang it to the tip-top

Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks

To the last drip-drop

To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks

I'm knowin that this shit hot

This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop



[Tray Deee]

It's time to research the documents and pull some files

and put it down with this gangsta style

Cause I be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now

after peace treaty meetings and the weapons down

Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals

To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless

To manage this dramaticness I call my rep

Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check

Certified murder guide through the streets of death

Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met

From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash

Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast

Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag

Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs

Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock

Lick shots and the cops and control your block

Keep it true with the crew from the old to new

Ride providin 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do

Notice who, participatin all the activity

That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies

So death to all my enemies

And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy

These weak niggaz killin me

with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me



[Chorus]



[Snoop Dogg]

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip

Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip

I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer

in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy

See we see all we can see

G.R. we can G, the Eastside family

Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot

On this Eastside shit cuz, I'm co-signin

On the East fuck peace we ridin violent

Fuck where you been it's all about where I been

Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped

when they all try to knock knock knock

Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels

We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables

I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider

and you don't wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)



[Chorus]



[Goldie Loc]

C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G

I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip

and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C)

Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin

on my nuts without bucks like Marvin

You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin

Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave

Flip your own money, make your own proper

Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya

Be a boss hog about your money, float loc

And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked

like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit

Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy!

Niggaz ran in with toys

If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys

We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut

Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck

Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin ass

Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass

It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin

Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin?

If so, grab a nine and start to trip

But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga



[LaToiya Williams]

Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest

and other guys can't fade us

cause we're the hardest in the town

(?) and duces, never could be faded

And all you suckers hate it

Ohh crip is goin down

And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out

And that's on Eastside L.B.C.

And we're the best, we rockin coast to coast

and we be blowin dope, and baby that's the shit

I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)

Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit)

I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)

Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!)



[Snoop Dogg]

Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside)

What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)

I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)

I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit

I'm talking crip shit to you baby

Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside

Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!

Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside