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Correct Cripn 4 Life Lyrics
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(feat. Dave East) [Intro: Dave East] Yo, Unc' you wasn't lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz [Verse 1: Dave East] All this money I'm makin' They thinkin' Mason, but I ain't Pappy Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my braids nappy My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly (?) for the same caddy, that (?) with the same navi' [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' like a (?) Uncle Snoop in the coupe with group (?) Bad bitch twistin' my locks, Jack in the box Do it major, slang my flavor as I stayed on the block [Verse 3: Dave East] They raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven sent Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never spent Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the medicine [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever paid Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a renegade Drinkin' Crip juice with a splash of some lemonade We on Daytons and we skatin' like a icecapade [Verse 5: Dave East] Gelato we can light for days, on God I'm a boss now Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg Pound Used to the water nobody get nervous if it's sharks round Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly walk now [Verse 6: Snoop Dogg] Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I done fought All the bud that I done bought, and all the bitches that they thought That they could get a piece of my establishment Looky here bitch, I ain't havin' it [Verse 7: Dave East] If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a backward flip My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic grip Had an advantage in the trap was good at math and shit Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine this [Verse 8: Snoop Dogg] It's like a, action flick, with the mackin' pimp The rap I spit will hit you like a tag and split Bag the fit, blue rag, sag for this You mad as shit, my nigga East bagged ya bitch [Verse 9: Dave East & Snoop Dogg] Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never Crip enough Unc' put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up? Don't even trip nephew, just clean the kitchen up And keep it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Real talk (real talk) From Dogg Pound to Uptown Real shit (real shit) You can't spell West without the ES You know what it is (you know what it is) Real hustlers, real Crip'n (real Crip'n) Shout out to my nigga Mars MyGuy, for hookin' up this motherfuckin' beat Yo East, I told you when you hit the motherfuckin' LAX, touch down, nigga Cause I got that bubblegum That real shit, that real Crip shit You what I'm talkin' 'bout That hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz You can't get it no where but here, for real though Have a little bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be aight You understand me, yeah, East
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