Crip Loc

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]:
Loced out nigga, crazy x2

[Verse 1: MAC-11]:
Starburst mothafucca, come and feel me flow
Every nigga from the endings, and I want you to know
I think my shit is air tight but I can't keep producin'
So every nigga that turned me down, fucc yo' label and you too
Make room, for a mothafuccin' soldier
I'm comin' up slangin' yola, from Watts to Minnesota
And you ain't gotta slip, bitch, to lose your shit
'Cause the true wanna run up and take yo' shit
Break yo' shit, we make yo' shit, mothafucca, to make G's
We open up a factory, all we got is khaki suitters and ki's!
To the baccdoor then, here they come, low coupe
The ATF, CIA and the feds
Tryna get ghost, then burn down our spot like a earthquake
Their bitch-ass come out from the ride and shit, huh
So all the peccerwoods better hide tonight
Let's show they ass, that they ain't the only one with dynamite
I told them that I'm comin' up
But anything in my way, it gots to die, can't blow it up
11 shit showed up, everywhere I set up shop
You can work for me, or move to another blocc
And get shot in your foot for half-steppin'
Shot in yo' hip for sidin' me my presence
Shot in yo' chest for disrespectin' and frontin'
And I'mma keep on dumpin' to your grill 'cause you really wasn't sayin' nothin'
So Nina Ross will be your tooth fairy
Free trips handed out, from MAC-11 to the cemetery
Starburst, I ain't havin' it
And you know that's why I control the stars are (?) and breakin' their bacc, then locced
And that's the niggas from flows that never had a chance
Instead of givin' up props, you rather talk about the man
When a young-ass nigga could've been a rida from your clicc
You think that you're the shit but you fits to fall which are Starburst

[Chorus: Twin Loc & MAC-11]:

Crip, Loc
Watts locced out
Always in the hood, nigga, whatchu talkin' 'bout?
Crip, Loc
Eastside Watts
Young YL's takin' over yo' spot

[Verse 2: MAC-11]:
Since I'm MAC-11 I'mma post in the cut
But when the shit go down, come and grab me so I can bustin' 'em
I'mma unload the clip and kill all y'all
Hoodrats, smoove cats, niggas, bitches and dogs
A jumpin' role is more recommendation
Or get 101 spots, on your body like a Dalmatian
Shootin' bacc is your self belief
Crossed by your intellect is why you got hit with the TEC
You all wet, plus drop your respect
Your emotions tellin' you, you gonna make it but don't pay
Funny style nigga got some cash now
So you think that you got the right, to roll around, you clown
The niggas you used to hang with, the niggas you used to bang with
The niggas you used to slang with, cuz, don't you know that's dangerous
Money that don't tempt me, they only gimme ideas
To invest my shit, and turn thousands into meal
Ticcets, we can kicc it if you all about hustlin'
(?)' on lows, bumpin' hoes, doin' shows and fussin'
I got, rhymes in the cut like loaded 12 gauges
Hardcore expensive lyrics, front to bacc pages
I drop it all the time it's all short that I knelt ya
Leavin' 'em all shook up, like that white boy Elvis
Mothafuccas cryin', whoopin', they didn't think I was comin'
Front that ass with no laughs by myself, straight dumpin'
Fuck Stars, chop off their heads like the flyin' guillotine
And come from my traccs with tattoos like a dopefiend
Because they act so ruff, and so tuff
But they don't come on the sun, what's up
But since you shine in the dark, so I see you, mark
Continue to fall but I ain't wishin' on none o' y'all
I Star search, and Starburst
Continue to bash your ass up out the style to the dirt
Nigga, I Starburst

[Chorus: Twin Loc & MAC-11]:
Nigga, this Crip, Loc
Watts locced out
YLC's takin' over your spot
Nigga, this Crip, Loc
Watts locced out
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride Locstas

[Verse 3: MAC-11]:
I stay on guard, so I can see when it's comin'
Ducc an uppercut, blow up his head like them new hunnids
I hit too hard, like a blunt with a hole in it
All in yo' stash spot 'cause I heard it got gold in it
Stayin' on my tizzoes, ten blows to the fizzoe
Straight limp, disrespectin' and redirectin' 'em and chin checcin'
Gimme sight, be on sight, so I can see your future
So when you call yourself creepin', how the crept this (?)
With a flat head, toss you like a blacchead
Blacc you and your next set, your life will leave you half-dead
If you a nigga you best to stay alert
'Cause if you swoop and get worth
Then I don't wanna see you hurt, remember the dizzert
'Cause I bring no flowers, to your funeral
I beat the shit out of brutal
MAC double uno stand, strong like some pruno
Comin' all out the hole all swole
Stayin' out the hook and off the handles and off the mothafuccin' toes

[Chorus: Twin Loc & MAC-11]:
Crip, Loc
Watts locced out
Eastside niggas takin' over your spot
Crip, Loc
Watts locced out
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride Locstas
Nigga, this Crip, Loc
Watts locced out
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride Locstas
Nigga, this Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip, Loc!