Mike Dean - Crippin' lyrics

[C-Bo] Yeah, that n***a C-Bo and Dat n***a Daz Puttin' it down n***a for the real riders... Fo' sho' [Hook: Daz Dillinger] Everywhere I go n***as be hollerin' out my name Wanna know what set I claim and that gang I hang with And ain't another damn thang changed All y'all n***as, y'all can't f** with me, we throwin' up the C Tell me what y'all wanna do and how y'all n***as really want it to be (What we doin' Daz?, what we doin'?) We just Crippin' (Crippin')... all night We just dippin' (dippin')... let's ride [C-Bo] It's C-Bo and Dat n***a Daz In a 'four rag with a auto-mag and tag And blastin' n***as up out they boots Two fingers spreaded up out the roof 21-Gun Salute, and crush son like Big Pun n***a I'll die for 29th Street like Daz would die for (2-1) Call it connect gang, wreck thang Disrespect - I'll swing a tec man For the Garden Blocc's and for the Insane If you down for your gang throw your rags in the air Flag the motherf**ers like you just don't care I'mma ride for mine, do or die for mine Southside deuce-nine, Long Beach Eastside We gon' - ride together, slide high together [Daz Dillinger] We gon' Crip and die together, gettin' high forever C-Bo, Daz Dilli - servin' other n***as in they city, gettin' gritty Scene's gettin' sh**ty, roll a Vega or a Phillie Now it's time to get stupid on the really High, stoned, roam, wherever I roam - put meat on my bone Me and C-Bo with kilos goin' zone for zone My tolerance is anonymous Coke, weed, cops, feds - homie I'm droppin' 'em Four pills will have me in a mood to k** Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that's on the real (Fill a n***a up to the rim with the cold steel!) Connect like rhino, and we explode like dyno-mite How many n***as gettin' k**ed tonight? Is it you, you, you - and all of you? In the back flossin' your style with the motherf**in' mack Goin' clip for clip, 'bout my business and chips Fly whips and gettin' dipped, and takin' no sh** You see we serious about this, delirious about this Curious about this, it's pitiful without this How you gon' come to a battle without a gun? [C-Bo] You'll get done f**in' with deuce-nine and 2-1 [Hook: Daz Dillinger] Everywhere I go n***as be hollerin' out my name Wanna know what set I claim and that gang I hang with And ain't another damn thang changed All y'all n***as, y'all can't f** with me, we throwin' up the C Tell me what y'all wanna do and how y'all n***as really want it to be We just Crippin' (Crippin')... all night We just dippin' (dippin')... let's ride [Daz Dillinger] I guess the war's on, get your soldiers and let's go to war Put in work motherf**er, even the score Mini machine guns, grenades, and .45's Get crazy in the land when it's hard to survive Catchin' n***as slippin' if they Bloodin' or Crippin' On a mission, blastin' n***as if you all with it You see we bang for a livin', use the gun, d**, and prison n***as doin' hella time over these scandalous b**hes Back looped out, smoked out Hit another one, I'm bombed out, smoked out So we go swerve in the gla** house, and we roll the street Off-brand n***as roll up on us and we pull out the heat I said "what's up?" - he replied with the wrong set It's my duty and my job to put this n***a to rest Boom boom - shots from the tec rain out Another enemy gone, that's what I'm talkin' about n***as yell my name out and say they gon' k** me I ain't worried 'bout a thang, y'all n***as can't k** me You see my homies is k**ers and we do this for pa**ion You better get your strap cause when you see me we blastin' And when we run up on you, ain't gon' be no askin' You better get your strap cause when you see me we blast [C-Bo] It ain't no future in your frontin' You b**hes is straight hoes Which n***as wanna scrap with the Bo? I'll peel his cap with the fo'-fo' You n***as gon' die tonight, Crip card gon' ride tonight n***as wanna see Bo the hardcore? Dump n***as in the sea Mini-14 leave a n***a slumped in his front seat Approach me - I'll jam a Magnum through your teeth Hoppin' out the Bentley high, saggin' down to my knees Screamin' out "thug life", dump slugs in the air Livin' in a mansion with no neighbors and don't care Drinkin' Crystal out the bottle Since the life of luxury's been stuck with me I've been smothered with models I'm a thug n***a, won't die alone without takin' a life And I'll shoot a piggy in his face for a third strike You can cremate me or just send me to jail Don't give a f** cause I was born in Hell [Hook: Daz Dillinger] Everywhere I go n***as be hollerin' out my name Wanna know what set I claim and that gang I hang with And ain't another damn thang changed All y'all n***as, y'all can't f** with me, we throwin' up the C Tell me what y'all wanna do and how y'all n***as really want it to be We just Crippin' (Crippin')... We just Crippin' (Crippin')... We just Crippin' (Crippin')... We just Crippin' (Crippin')...