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feat bo daz dillinger – crippin (feat. bo) – daz dillinger lyrics

feat. daz dillinger
[c-bo]
yea, that n-gg- c-bo and dat n-gg- daz
putting it down for the real riders
fa sho
[c-bo hook]
every where i go n-gg-z 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 n-gg-s, y’all can’t f-ck with me we throwing up the c
tell me what y’all want to do and how y’all n-gg-s 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 n-gg- daz in an four rag
with an auto mag, tag, blasting n-gg-s 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 f-ckers 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 n-gg-s in their city, getting greedy
seen getting sh-ty, 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
c-ke, weed, c-ck, 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 n-gg-s getting killed tonight
is you, you, you, and all of you
back flossing with the mother f-cking mack
going clip from clip, bout my business and sh-t
fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no sh-t
see we serious about this and lyrically about this
curious about this, its beautiful with out this
how can you come to an battle with out an gun
[c-bo]
you get done f-cking with duce ninety-two-one
[c-bo hook]
[c-bo chorus]
[daz dillinger]
i guess the war zone, get soldiers and let’s go to war
putting work mother f-cker even the storm
meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45’s
crazy in the land when its hard to survive
catching the n-gg- slipping, the blunt, and the crippin
on the mission blasting n-gg-s if you already
see we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison
doing h-ll of time with them scandalous b-tches
back looped out, smoked out hit an another one
when i’m bombed out, smoked out
so we swerve in the gl-ss house and we roll the street
i ran n-gg-s rolling up on us and well up the heat
i said, what’s up you plotted the wrong set
it’s my duty to put my gun this n-gg- to rest
boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out
another enemy gone, that’s what i’m talking about
n-gg-s draw my name out and say they going to kill me
i aint worried about an damm thang, y’all n-gg-s cant kill me
see my homies is killers and we do this for p-ssion
you better get your strap, when you see us we blasting
we will run up on you n-gg- their aint going to be no asking
you better get your strap when you see, we blasting
[c-bo]
their aint no future in the front you b-tches is straight hoes
wish n-gg-s want scramble with the foes
i peel his cap with the boom, boom
you n-gg-s going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight
n-gg-s want to see roll the hardcore
dump n-gg-s in the sea
many fourteen leave them slope in his front seat
approach me i jump my magnum to your 456teeth
hop out the bentley, sagging down to my knees
screaming out thug life, throwing slugs in the air
leaving in the mansion with no neighbors and don’t care
drinking cristile out the bottles
to the life of luxury, stuck with me, we smoldered with models
im an thug n-gg-, wont die alone without taking an knife
and shoot an piggy in his face for his third strike
you cremate me or send me to jail
don’t give an f-ck because i was born in h-ll
[daz dillinger]
and every where i go i see the same mother f-ckers and i end up back in jail
[c-bo hook]
[c-bo chorus]

- feat bo daz dillinger lyrics

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