Lyrical Breakdown of 10 Lil' Crips - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "10 Lil' Crips" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "10 Lil' Crips" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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10 little Crip niggas runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cuz from the East Side
Where they don't die they just multiply
So... don't give them niggas a reason
To turn it into spray season
Don't give them niggas a reason
Because they'll turn it into Crip season
The gangsta's back, the bank is fat
The gangsta MAC, in a gangsta 'llac
Hmm... fools be like, "Break off some cheese"
Friends and enemies, aww nigga please
Fuck you thought who pumped you up
Stop, you stuck too much, pop, drop, you plucked
It's all similar to gettin' laid
On ya back when the motherfuckin' K sprays
I grind for my shine 'bout my bidness
Lunatic on the shit and I get ignit
Gonna proceed to squeeze with ease
One of these, they can't believe how I leave 'em
Look into the mind of a nigga that's crazy
17 years old and still a baby
Gangstas real, they pop the pill
You cap back, young motherfucker it's like that
10 little Crip niggas runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cuz from the East Side
Where they don't die they just multiply
So don't give them niggas a reason
To turn it into spray season
Don't give them niggas a reason
'Cuz they'll turn it into Crip season
Wake up in the mornin' lookin' funny and shit
Fuck a honey dip 'cuz I got money to get
Ain't no books, ain't no help, ain't no role to this
Stay focused, young homey, that's the code to this
Keep a strap in ya pocket when you tip through the towns
'Cuz there's a million mothafuckers tryna get you down
A lotta pain in this game, cocaine is the thang
If ya money right, then you might get you a chain
But if your money is low, there's only one way to go
Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show
So mean, so green, crip back to tha block
Then brag to da homies, show 'em what you got
It's a gangsta jack, in gangsta black
And they thought we just gangsta rapped
Yeah nigga, we take your snaps
Your shooby dooby, hooroobies and your Scooby snacks
It's like that!
10 lil' Crip niggas runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cuz from the East Side
Where they don't die, they just multiply
So don't give them niggas a reason
To turn it into spray season
Don't give them niggas a reason
Well 'cuz they'll turn it into Crip season
It's a whole lotta fillin' when you on da East Side
On da East Side, nigga we ride
And it's a whole lotta dealin' when you on da East Side
On da East Side, nigga we ride
It's a whole lotta stealin' when you on da East Side
On da East Side, nigga we ride
And it's a whole lotta killin' when ya on da East Side
East Side, yeah, nigga we ride
10 lil' Crip niggas runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cuz from the east side
Where they don't die, they just multiply
So don't give them niggas a reason
To turn it into spray season
Don't give them niggas a reason
Well 'cuz they'll turn it into Crip season
They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more fun
I can't walk down the street without my gun