(feat. LaToiya Williams)    [Chorus: Tray Deee]  I'm tired of that punk shit  Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit  I bang it to the tip-top  Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks  To the last drip-drop  To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks  I'm knowin that this shit hot  This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop    [Tray Deee]  It's time to research the documents and pull some files  and put it down with this gangsta style  Cause I be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now  after peace treaty meetings and the weapons down  Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals  To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless  To manage this dramaticness I call my rep  Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check  Certified murder guide through the streets of death  Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met  From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash  Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast  Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag  Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs  Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock  Lick shots and the cops and control your block  Keep it true with the crew from the old to new  Ride providin 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do  Notice who, participatin all the activity  That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies  So death to all my enemies  And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy  These weak niggaz killin me  with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me    [Chorus]    [Snoop Dogg]  Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip  Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip  I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer  in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy  See we see all we can see  G.R. we can G, the Eastside family  Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot  On this Eastside shit cuz, I'm co-signin  On the East fuck peace we ridin violent  Fuck where you been it's all about where I been  Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped  when they all try to knock knock knock  Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels  We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables  I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider  and you don't wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)    [Chorus]    [Goldie Loc]  C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G  I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip  and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C)  Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin  on my nuts without bucks like Marvin  You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin  Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave  Flip your own money, make your own proper  Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya  Be a boss hog about your money, float loc  And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked  like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit  Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy!  Niggaz ran in with toys  If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys  We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut  Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck  Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin ass  Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass  It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin  Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin?  If so, grab a nine and start to trip  But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga    [LaToiya Williams]  Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest  and other guys can't fade us  cause we're the hardest in the town  (?) and duces, never could be faded  And all you suckers hate it  Ohh crip is goin down  And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out  And that's on Eastside L.B.C.  And we're the best, we rockin coast to coast  and we be blowin dope, and baby that's the shit  I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)  Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit)  I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)  Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!)    [Snoop Dogg]  Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside)  What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)  I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)  I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit  I'm talking crip shit to you baby  Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside  Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!  Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside