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
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
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
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 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
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 never 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 a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood
And you gon' be aight
You understand me yeah East.