2x All my niggas won't you Crip with me All my bitches won't you Crip with me If you ain't Crippin, you my e-ne-my Everybody won't you Crip with me [
Vertaling: Tha Dogg Pound. Crip Wit Up.
a chase, it began in the facial of race Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes And Snoop, he controls and calculates In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon Wit
around and boom boom up and down Never knew such a thing could happen, Fucking pistol whipping you and g nigga go head up wit me, let's start scrapping
you singin the sparks Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers Me and my dogg's blast attention
's all fair in tha gang bang Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up bang, bang It's all fair in tha gang bang This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for
a chase, it began in the facial of race Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes And Snoop, he controls and calculates Impervious moves, the Pound Pentagon Wit
Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest Ride wit
(feat. Goldie Loc, Snoop Dogg) [Snoop Dogg] Ride, ride Rough, ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on What!, what!, what! Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga what
on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again Ridin, hoo-bangin like Mack 10 Back on tha streets again and strapped in I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up
before Blessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go Could see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago [Perfec] Blaze up a flow, sit watch
a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again Ridin, hoo-bangin like Mack 10 Back on tha streets again and strapped in I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up
