C-Bo - Crippin' lyrics

(feat. Daz Dillinger) [C-Bo] Yea, that n***a C-Bo and Dat n***a Daz Putting it down for the real riders Fa sho [C-Bo Hook] Every where I go n***az 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 n***as, y'all can't f** with me we throwing up the C Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all n***as 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 n***a daz in an four rag With an auto mag, tag, blasting n***as 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 f**ers 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 n***as in their city, getting greedy Seen getting sh**y, 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, co*k, feeds we dropping them Four k**s, an emmy, and in the mode to k** Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that's on the real Rhino we explode like dynamite How many n***as getting k**ed tonight Is you, you, you, and all of you Back flossing with the mother f**ing mack Going clip from clip, bout my business and sh** Fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no sh** 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 f**ing 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 f**er even the storm Meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45's Crazy in the land when its hard to survive Catching the n***a slipping, the blunt, and the crippin On the mission blasting n***as if you already See we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison Doing hell of time with them scandalous b**hes Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one When I'm bombed out, smoked out So we swerve in the gla** house and we roll the street I ran n***as 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 n***a to rest Boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out Another enemy gone, that's what I'm talking about n***as draw my name out and say they going to k** me I aint worried about an damm thang, y'all n***as cant k** me See my homies is k**ers and we do this for pa**ion You better get your strap, when you see us we blasting We will run up on you n***a 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 b**hes is straight hoes Wish n***as want scramble with the foes I peel his cap with the boom, boom You n***as going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight n***as want to see roll the hardcore Dump n***as 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 n***a, 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 f** because I was born in hell [Daz Dillinger] And every where I go I see the same mother f**ers and I end up back in jail [Hook: C-Bo] [Chorus: C-Bo]