C-Walk

Lyrics

(Intro) Ok Yah we vibing now For real though (Chorus) All I got is my word and my burner And this last little blunt of marijuana I was ten toes down on that corner And if I start crip walking it's gon' be a murder (Verse 1) Niggas try telling me I don't rap enough I'm Shaq in '99 in the paint how I back them up Jersey niggas started jacking ratchet tuck Stolen pickup trucks still beep when you backing up Now I know my hood proud of me This for every hating nigga that doubting me Burn 'em like a calorie Niggas still getting paid salaries I'm out here on the grind, every day with a nine Extendo, old school nigga like Nintendo Drive by don't even roll down the window Shoot through the glass You can learn a niggas roots through his past All this gangsta shit don't add up Nigga you do the math Y'all just act crazy while the 80s was full of crack babies We toast another niggas ghost a bunch of past Swazis Sleepless nights countless times that the mac saved me Wake up with my finger on the trigger I react crazy What we gonna do now that trump in office Besides be black and fucking cautious This country that I live in make me fucking nauseous Man this 40 she a cougar and she fucking gorgeous (Chorus) All I got is my word and my burner And this last little blunt of marijuana I was ten toes down on that corner And if I start crip walking it's gon' be a murder (Verse 2) I came loc'ing, chain smoking the game open Fiends buying heroin busting their veins open My bitch brother mad im busting his dame open Got his bitch and your bitch all for the same potion Gotta story about this bout this cal of mine but it isn't lotion They copy off of my styles designs but it ain't potent Authentic nigga, first person who ever did it nigga He did it big I was the bigga nigga I put stops on a lot of shit Ran up on the niggas who supplied the bricks Said if I ain't eating you gonna stop this shit My shooter got drafted no scholarship He from the same town as Stojaković damn That's a real shooter 9 milli a real ruger He a dummy and he a broke That nigga a real loser His diamonds late made go get him a real jewler Before I pop up in his dreams and show him the real Krueger (Chorus) All I got is my word and my burner And this last little blunt of marijuana I was ten toes down on that corner And if I start crip walking it's gon' be a murder (x3) I was ten toes down on that corner And if I start crip walking it's gon' be a murder (Outro) ? East side ? baby loc Crip shit And if I start crip walking it's gon' be a murder