Crippin' Lyrics
| Song | Crippin' |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Enemy of the State |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Thomas | |
| (feat. Daz Dillinger) | |
| [C-Bo] | |
| Yea, that nigga C-Bo and Dat Nigga Daz | |
| Putting it down for the real riders | |
| Fa sho | |
| [C-Bo Hook] | |
| Every where I go niggaz be holla out my name | |
| Talking the about the set I claim and the gang I hang | |
| Aint nothing damm thang change | |
| All y'all niggas, y'all can't fuck with me we throwing up the C | |
| Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all niggas really wanted to be | |
| [C-Bo Chorus] | |
| We just Crippin, Crippin, Crippin all night | |
| We just Dippin, Dippin, Dippin let's ride | |
| [C-Bo] | |
| It's C-Bo and that nigga daz in an four rag | |
| With an auto mag, tag, blasting niggas about the move | |
| Feeling to do this out the roof, twenty-one guns and loop | |
| And crush son like Big Pun, I die for 29th street | |
| Like Daz would die for 21 | |
| Connect gang, wreck thang, disrespect I swing the tech man | |
| For the guard and blocks for the Insane | |
| If you down for your gang and throw your rags in the air | |
| Flag the mother fuckers like you just don't care | |
| Im going to ride for mine, do or die for mine | |
| South side duce nine, Long Beach eastside | |
| We going ride together, sly eye together | |
| We going crip and die together, getting high forever | |
| [Daz Dillinger] | |
| C-Bo, Daz Dillie | |
| Serving other niggas in their city, getting greedy | |
| Seen getting shity, rolling vapor are dilly | |
| Now it's time to get stupid or really (Yea) | |
| High stone roll everywhere I Rohm with the meat on my bone | |
| Me and C-Bo we keep going zone to zone | |
| My type reaps are anonymous | |
| Coke, weed, cock, feeds we dropping them | |
| Four kills, an emmy, and in the mode to kill | |
| Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that's on the real | |
| Rhino we explode like dynamite | |
| How many niggas getting killed tonight | |
| Is you, you, you, and all of you | |
| Back flossing with the mother fucking mack | |
| Going clip from clip, bout my business and shit | |
| Fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no shit | |
| See we serious about this and lyrically about this | |
| Curious about this, its beautiful with out this | |
| How can you come to an battle with out an gun | |
| [C-Bo] | |
| You get done fucking with duce ninety-two-one | |
| [C-Bo Hook] | |
| [C-Bo Chorus] | |
| [Daz Dillinger] | |
| I guess the war zone, get soldiers and let's go to war | |
| Putting work mother fucker even the storm | |
| Meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45's | |
| Crazy in the land when its hard to survive | |
| Catching the nigga slipping, the blunt, and the crippin | |
| On the mission blasting niggas if you already | |
| See we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison | |
| Doing hell of time with them scandalous bitches | |
| Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one | |
| When I'm bombed out, smoked out | |
| So we swerve in the glass house and we roll the street | |
| I ran niggas rolling up on us and well up the heat | |
| I said, What's up you plotted the wrong set | |
| It's my duty to put my gun this nigga to rest | |
| Boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out | |
| Another enemy gone, that's what I'm talking about | |
| Niggas draw my name out and say they going to kill me | |
| I aint worried about an damm thang, y'all niggas cant kill me | |
| See my homies is killers and we do this for passion | |
| You better get your strap, when you see us we blasting | |
| We will run up on you nigga their aint going to be no asking | |
| You better get your strap when you see, we blasting | |
| [C-Bo] | |
| Their aint no future in the front you bitches is straight hoes | |
| Wish niggas want scramble with the foes | |
| I peel his cap with the boom, boom | |
| You niggas going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight | |
| Niggas want to see roll the hardcore | |
| Dump niggas in the sea | |
| Many fourteen leave them slope in his front seat | |
| Approach me I jump my magnum to your teeth | |
| Hop out the bentley, sagging down to my knees | |
| Screaming out thug life, throwing slugs in the air | |
| Leaving in the mansion with no neighbors and don't care | |
| Drinking Cristile out the bottles | |
| To the life of luxury, stuck with me, we smoldered with models | |
| Im an thug nigga, wont die alone without taking an knife | |
| And shoot an piggy in his face for his third strike | |
| You cremate me or send me to jail | |
| Don't give an fuck because I was born in hell | |
| [Daz Dillinger] | |
| And every where I go I see the same mother fuckers and I end up back in jail | |
| [Hook: C-Bo] | |
| [Chorus: C-Bo] |
| zuo ci : Dean, Thomas | |
| feat. Daz Dillinger | |
| CBo | |
| Yea, that nigga CBo and Dat Nigga Daz | |
| Putting it down for the real riders | |
| Fa sho | |
| CBo Hook | |
| Every where I go niggaz be holla out my name | |
| Talking the about the set I claim and the gang I hang | |
| Aint nothing damm thang change | |
| All y' all niggas, y' all can' t fuck with me we throwing up the C | |
| Tell me what y' all want to do and how y' all niggas really wanted to be | |
| CBo Chorus | |
| We just Crippin, Crippin, Crippin all night | |
| We just Dippin, Dippin, Dippin let' s ride | |
| CBo | |
| It' s CBo and that nigga daz in an four rag | |
| With an auto mag, tag, blasting niggas about the move | |
| Feeling to do this out the roof, twentyone guns and loop | |
| And crush son like Big Pun, I die for 29th street | |
| Like Daz would die for 21 | |
| Connect gang, wreck thang, disrespect I swing the tech man | |
| For the guard and blocks for the Insane | |
| If you down for your gang and throw your rags in the air | |
| Flag the mother fuckers like you just don' t care | |
| Im going to ride for mine, do or die for mine | |
| South side duce nine, Long Beach eastside | |
| We going ride together, sly eye together | |
| We going crip and die together, getting high forever | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| CBo, Daz Dillie | |
| Serving other niggas in their city, getting greedy | |
| Seen getting shity, rolling vapor are dilly | |
| Now it' s time to get stupid or really Yea | |
| High stone roll everywhere I Rohm with the meat on my bone | |
| Me and CBo we keep going zone to zone | |
| My type reaps are anonymous | |
| Coke, weed, cock, feeds we dropping them | |
| Four kills, an emmy, and in the mode to kill | |
| Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that' s on the real | |
| Rhino we explode like dynamite | |
| How many niggas getting killed tonight | |
| Is you, you, you, and all of you | |
| Back flossing with the mother fucking mack | |
| Going clip from clip, bout my business and shit | |
| Fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no shit | |
| See we serious about this and lyrically about this | |
| Curious about this, its beautiful with out this | |
| How can you come to an battle with out an gun | |
| CBo | |
| You get done fucking with duce ninetytwoone | |
| CBo Hook | |
| CBo Chorus | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| I guess the war zone, get soldiers and let' s go to war | |
| Putting work mother fucker even the storm | |
| Meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45' s | |
| Crazy in the land when its hard to survive | |
| Catching the nigga slipping, the blunt, and the crippin | |
| On the mission blasting niggas if you already | |
| See we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison | |
| Doing hell of time with them scandalous bitches | |
| Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one | |
| When I' m bombed out, smoked out | |
| So we swerve in the glass house and we roll the street | |
| I ran niggas rolling up on us and well up the heat | |
| I said, What' s up you plotted the wrong set | |
| It' s my duty to put my gun this nigga to rest | |
| Boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out | |
| Another enemy gone, that' s what I' m talking about | |
| Niggas draw my name out and say they going to kill me | |
| I aint worried about an damm thang, y' all niggas cant kill me | |
| See my homies is killers and we do this for passion | |
| You better get your strap, when you see us we blasting | |
| We will run up on you nigga their aint going to be no asking | |
| You better get your strap when you see, we blasting | |
| CBo | |
| Their aint no future in the front you bitches is straight hoes | |
| Wish niggas want scramble with the foes | |
| I peel his cap with the boom, boom | |
| You niggas going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight | |
| Niggas want to see roll the hardcore | |
| Dump niggas in the sea | |
| Many fourteen leave them slope in his front seat | |
| Approach me I jump my magnum to your teeth | |
| Hop out the bentley, sagging down to my knees | |
| Screaming out thug life, throwing slugs in the air | |
| Leaving in the mansion with no neighbors and don' t care | |
| Drinking Cristile out the bottles | |
| To the life of luxury, stuck with me, we smoldered with models | |
| Im an thug nigga, wont die alone without taking an knife | |
| And shoot an piggy in his face for his third strike | |
| You cremate me or send me to jail | |
| Don' t give an fuck because I was born in hell | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| And every where I go I see the same mother fuckers and I end up back in jail | |
| Hook: CBo | |
| Chorus: CBo |
| zuò cí : Dean, Thomas | |
| feat. Daz Dillinger | |
| CBo | |
| Yea, that nigga CBo and Dat Nigga Daz | |
| Putting it down for the real riders | |
| Fa sho | |
| CBo Hook | |
| Every where I go niggaz be holla out my name | |
| Talking the about the set I claim and the gang I hang | |
| Aint nothing damm thang change | |
| All y' all niggas, y' all can' t fuck with me we throwing up the C | |
| Tell me what y' all want to do and how y' all niggas really wanted to be | |
| CBo Chorus | |
| We just Crippin, Crippin, Crippin all night | |
| We just Dippin, Dippin, Dippin let' s ride | |
| CBo | |
| It' s CBo and that nigga daz in an four rag | |
| With an auto mag, tag, blasting niggas about the move | |
| Feeling to do this out the roof, twentyone guns and loop | |
| And crush son like Big Pun, I die for 29th street | |
| Like Daz would die for 21 | |
| Connect gang, wreck thang, disrespect I swing the tech man | |
| For the guard and blocks for the Insane | |
| If you down for your gang and throw your rags in the air | |
| Flag the mother fuckers like you just don' t care | |
| Im going to ride for mine, do or die for mine | |
| South side duce nine, Long Beach eastside | |
| We going ride together, sly eye together | |
| We going crip and die together, getting high forever | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| CBo, Daz Dillie | |
| Serving other niggas in their city, getting greedy | |
| Seen getting shity, rolling vapor are dilly | |
| Now it' s time to get stupid or really Yea | |
| High stone roll everywhere I Rohm with the meat on my bone | |
| Me and CBo we keep going zone to zone | |
| My type reaps are anonymous | |
| Coke, weed, cock, feeds we dropping them | |
| Four kills, an emmy, and in the mode to kill | |
| Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that' s on the real | |
| Rhino we explode like dynamite | |
| How many niggas getting killed tonight | |
| Is you, you, you, and all of you | |
| Back flossing with the mother fucking mack | |
| Going clip from clip, bout my business and shit | |
| Fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no shit | |
| See we serious about this and lyrically about this | |
| Curious about this, its beautiful with out this | |
| How can you come to an battle with out an gun | |
| CBo | |
| You get done fucking with duce ninetytwoone | |
| CBo Hook | |
| CBo Chorus | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| I guess the war zone, get soldiers and let' s go to war | |
| Putting work mother fucker even the storm | |
| Meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45' s | |
| Crazy in the land when its hard to survive | |
| Catching the nigga slipping, the blunt, and the crippin | |
| On the mission blasting niggas if you already | |
| See we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison | |
| Doing hell of time with them scandalous bitches | |
| Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one | |
| When I' m bombed out, smoked out | |
| So we swerve in the glass house and we roll the street | |
| I ran niggas rolling up on us and well up the heat | |
| I said, What' s up you plotted the wrong set | |
| It' s my duty to put my gun this nigga to rest | |
| Boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out | |
| Another enemy gone, that' s what I' m talking about | |
| Niggas draw my name out and say they going to kill me | |
| I aint worried about an damm thang, y' all niggas cant kill me | |
| See my homies is killers and we do this for passion | |
| You better get your strap, when you see us we blasting | |
| We will run up on you nigga their aint going to be no asking | |
| You better get your strap when you see, we blasting | |
| CBo | |
| Their aint no future in the front you bitches is straight hoes | |
| Wish niggas want scramble with the foes | |
| I peel his cap with the boom, boom | |
| You niggas going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight | |
| Niggas want to see roll the hardcore | |
| Dump niggas in the sea | |
| Many fourteen leave them slope in his front seat | |
| Approach me I jump my magnum to your teeth | |
| Hop out the bentley, sagging down to my knees | |
| Screaming out thug life, throwing slugs in the air | |
| Leaving in the mansion with no neighbors and don' t care | |
| Drinking Cristile out the bottles | |
| To the life of luxury, stuck with me, we smoldered with models | |
| Im an thug nigga, wont die alone without taking an knife | |
| And shoot an piggy in his face for his third strike | |
| You cremate me or send me to jail | |
| Don' t give an fuck because I was born in hell | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| And every where I go I see the same mother fuckers and I end up back in jail | |
| Hook: CBo | |
| Chorus: CBo |
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