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spider loc - i'ma crip lyrics

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[chorus:]
i’m a crip when i lay down
a crip when i’m asleep ’cause’
a crip when i wake up
a crip in da streetzz ’cause’
a crip when i hit da club
a crip in da booth ’cause
i’m a crip at all times,
let cripin’ tell u da truth ’cause’

i’m a crip when i lay down
a crip when i’m asleep ’cause’
a crip when i wake up
a crip in da streetz ’cause’
a crip when i hit da club
a crip in da booth ’cause’
i’m a crip at all times
let cripin’ tell u da truth ’cause’

[spider loc:]
white tee, blue jeans, gotta sag with em’
clear jordins’ but i got, blue ragzz’ i’m em’
6 foot, 2 inches i’m a real crip
shine like a diamond,
see cause’ i am b-tch
lay 20’s need’ i still gotta’ baby face
play me wrong i’ll have ya singin’ songs like baby face
smokin’ blunts on tha grind is ma dad to day
i’m a diamond so i shine from a mile away
like a cowboy you’ll catch me in dat blue need’ grey
ruff ridin’ with gorilla’s, you’ll get blown away
try need’ front ’cause, you’ll get dumped on in california
caught slippin’ in dat alley like that n-gg- reapa
i keep it cool but characters got alot to say
they want a crip to slip in traffic need’ get washed away
for now i’m slipin’ bars, i let em’ think i let it ride
designate that -ss at the designated time

[chorus x2]

[j luv:]
lay low i’m a crip
but i dun know when tha day was,
it turned cool for all these fools to say they was
it’s all true u gotta see me talkin’
i’m sick of these g’s i see on tha tv c walkin
you see i gang- bang like a famous raymon
befor this rap fame ma names bin rangin’
it’s like, chhiity-chitty 9 south neighborhood
east side ec land of no pitty
known for almost fallin’ off
but i bounce back ballin’
takin’ aim at anythang that i see wak-wallin cuzzzz’
blue bandana, left side blue shoes
laughin at sh-t, burnin shirtz on tha youtube
see – sellin his rope-chain on ebay
no brain what can they say about a key-weight
take sh-t on a red truck trippin in traffic
still got tga clip in tha plastic
i’m a crip till ma casket

[chorus x2]

[lil boss:]
blue flag in da bak of ma blue catt
i’m a hood rat
see me comin down that blue hill
tippin in they 100 bak
lil boss with dat blue hat, with that h on it
constantly on ma grind
most of ma homies they stay on dat
we cappin the cut on tha block cause we play on it
i’m from houston code and ya tha distrabution
n-gg- we pray on dat
my blue steel fill a n-gg-s head with that blue matter
who fatter, ma blue steel make that n-gg-‘s crew scatta’
a old hustla but ain’t no new rappa’
i rep cats up in plastic need’ show em’
i’m a m-th-f-ckin blue flagger
strait plate bringa t-tanium with blue sparkz’
ssd 27 inch need’ it got blue partz’
my blue denim’ b-tch i ride on em’
they say i ain’t got no pockets on record
now he be dem tha died on em’
why can’t these n-gg-‘s see i shine on em’
i push tha 9 on em’
don’t waste my m-th-f-ckim time on em’

[chorus x4]

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