Cripn 4 Life

Yo, Unc' you wasn't lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz

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'

I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' like a microphone

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

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

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

(?) 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

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

If I blast the shit, (?) 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

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

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, yeah

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 splash of lemonade

And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be aight

You understand me, yeah, East.