Cripn 4 Life Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Dave East] 

{*inhaling*} 

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

{*exhaling*} 

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & Dave East] 

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 

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[Outro: Snoop Dogg] 

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 

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