Songtext Crippin' C-Bo

Crippin'

Feat. Daz Dillinger
[C-Bo]
Yea, that nigga C-Bo and Dat Nigga Daz
Putting it down for the real riders
Fa sho
[C-Bo Hook]
Every where I go niggaz 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 niggas, y'all can't fuck with me we throwing up the C
Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all niggas 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 nigga daz in an four rag
With an auto mag, tag, blasting niggas 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 fuckers 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 niggas in their city, getting greedy
Seen getting shity, 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, cock, feeds we dropping them
Four kills, an emmy, and in the mode to kill
Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that's on the real
Rhino we explode like dynamite
How many niggas getting killed tonight
Is you, you, yo