[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