[Chorus: Tray Deee]

I'm tired of that punk shit

Where niggas 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 heat rocks

To the last drip-drop

To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas grip Glocks

I'm knowin' that this shit hot

This your first introduction to this motherfuckin' Crip hop

[Verse 1: Tray Deee]

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

And put it down with this gangsta style

'Cause I been seein' niggas 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

Niggas 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 MAC's

Dip roam, chip phones, flip zones of rock

Lick shots at the cops and control your blocc

Keep it true with the crew from the old and new

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

Notice who, participate in all the activity

That's how we livin', G, strictly killer tendencies

So death to all my enemies

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

These weak niggas killin' me

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

[Chorus: Tray Deee]

I'm tired of that punk shit

Where niggas 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 heat rocks

To the last drip-drop

To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas grip Glocks

I'm knowin' that this shit hot

This your first introduction to this motherfuckin' Crip hop

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

[Yeah, nigga this Crip, Crip, Crip]

Talk shit and I'mma 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 all 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 rida

And you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Tray Deee]

I'm tired of that punk shit

Where niggas 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 heat rocks

To the last drip-drop

To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas grip Glocks

I'm knowin' that this shit hot

This your first introduction to this motherfuckin' Crip hop

[Verse 3: Goldie Loc]

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

I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip (Curip)

And I'mma 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 profit

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

Be a boss hog about yo' money, loc, 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!

Niggas 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, niggas 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

[Verse 4: LaToiya Williams]

Dogg Pound groovin', Eastside is the greatest

And none of y'all can fade us

'Cause we're the hardest in the town

I's and Duces never could be faded

And all you suckers hate it

But on Crip, it's goin down

And, baby, have no doubt, we gonna turn it out

And that's on Eastside LBC

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!)

[Verse 5: 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..kin'.. Crip shit (Talk to me, talk to me)

I'm.. tal..kin'.. Crip shit

I'm talkin' Crip shit to you, baby

Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside

Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!

Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside