K-Boy - Crip Nigga | Текст песни

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• K-Boy
• Crip Nigga

VERSE1
Lowrider Eastside, nigga give it up
blue bandana, white T, blue chucks
we bang in the club homie we dont give a fuck
and we stay on war we don't need to get drunk, Ha
she wanna loc on the bottom of the heat
six blue impala blue prada on these seats
bloods, Cuzz can rap flow hide it on and seek
i'ma boss on a blocc and ima scala on the streets

CHORUS
Cuzz Im a Crip nigger
Everything 2 the left
Blue rag in my pocket nigga bangin till the death
Crip nigga
watch me Cwalk
i dont realy need 2 speak i just let the heat talk
Crip nigga
i make da fifth fire
i know u heard of Nationwide Rip Ridaz
Crip nigga
u know we love them hood hoes
and a nigga gangbangin' fo' what Tookie stood fo

VERSE2
U niggaz just rap i be bangin 4 real
and you can clapped wit ma stainless steel
robbin dat money i slaim dat wheel
Toe to toe them like fluid, drop them thangz on u Crip
Homie talkin stupid better shut his lip
I Crippin through the nutty like cuzz this Crip
U'z a dam fool thinkin I wont trip
if u dont like greevin me homie dat on hell

CHORUS

VERSE3
Get like me i can get like u
just catch me on the east where them G'z like 2 move
South Central nigga ev'rybody know K
affiliated with the Crips gettin luv ba the flame
Ima Crip(Prince) can u tell ba ma real blu
and dam hood rats stay sayin ima luv wit chu
Big blue C G'z(Jeans) dance on water
And I Crip solute 2 ma G - Godfather