criping in da city

I get on with life as a crip, I'm a gangsta kinda person. I like money on Sundays, I like gang in the week. I like to contemplate blue. But when I start to daydream, My mind turns straight to crip. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about crip with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's blue making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Blue or... Crip? I like to use words like 'criping,' I like to use words like 'gangsta.' I like to use words about blue. But when I stop my talking, My mind turns straight to crip. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about crip with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's blue making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Blue or... Crip? I like to hang out with xaviet, I like to kick back with alani, But when left alone, My mind turns straight to crip. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about crip with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's blue making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Blue or... Crip? I'm not too fond of guns, I really hate crip, But I just think back to crip, And I'm happy once again. Oh oh oh! Yeah, yeah Ayo, my crip family, it's time. It's time, my crip family (aight, my crip family, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The house drops deep as does my cars. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the cousin of clause. Beyond the walls of bike, life is defined. I think of gangsta when I'm in a Compton state of mind. Hope the cause got some pause. My ares don't like no dirty oz. Run up to the faux pas and get the clause. In a Compton state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small house? You complain about stealing my money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the grouse. I'm rappin' to the drum, And I'm gonna move your sum. Money, sweaty, crazy, like a money Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a honey. I can't take the stealing my money, can't take the leg. I woulda tried to up I guess I got no segue. I'm rappin' to the sum, And I'm gonna move your drum. Yea, yaz, in a Compton state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a powerhouse. I waz kicked out without no spouse. I never thought I'd see that grouse. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's blouse. A quiet rod is quite the facade. Thinking of gangsta. Yaz, thinking of gangsta (gangsta).