Crooked I - Quit Snitchin

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[Talking:]
Whoo! Y`all know we had to flip this shit right
We to ghetto to let this one sneak past us
Fuck that! Ey Vegas, let`s tell `em what we say
Evrytime we see a stool pigeon rat..

[Intro: x2]
Don`t snitch, don`t be a bitch
West Coast let`s get rich
Flood the industry wit` gangsta hits
Smack some ass and grab some tits
Don`t snitch, don`t be a bitch
East Coast let`s get rich
Flood the industry wit` gangsta hits
Smack some ass and grab some tits...

[Verse 1:]
What`s it all about?
You dudes can`t come out the house
Made to many enemies, you runnin` ya mouth
Now you on lock down, sittin` on the couch
Talkin` to cops you need really to cut it out man
Picture Crooked I lovin` a snake, you get robbed for dough
You get shot fo` sho` youknow
That ain`t gangsta you son of a bitch
Givin` cops the info they not suppose to know
And they own evry block from coast to coast
Tellin` on who ever cock and grows the most
Send a nigga up the river if a snitch is around
You better lock and close ya doors
See I`ma rep my city for ever, yeah
Roll wips on 20`s or better
Pointin` many machine guns, semi-auto beretta
And my enemies sweater like gimme the cheddar, yeah
Crooked live illegal as hell
Send a couple kites to my people in jail
Think about this when you readin` your mail
These niggaz be eager to tell...

[Chorus: x2]
See I been hopin` and wishin`
All you rappers Quit Snitchin`
Always talkin` to the police
Tryena send my homeboyz to prison
That ain`t good where I`m from
Whoever hang around you is dumb
Cuz they know you work wit` the po-po
Crooked I, ain`t the one...

[Verse 2:]
Now I done seen you on the TV-screen
Snitchin` to cops, you was on channel 13
Now you try to say that you the west coast king
What tha fuck does this skinny nigga mean
Sold out cheap, you won`t play ya own team
Shoulda let me out ya whole little sceam
Mention my name and when you see me better swing
Talkin` `bout peace in the Source magazine
Nope, to late for that, I wanna brake your back
I can`t wait to swap??, catch you in the alley
Just to snake and rat you better face the fact
You ain`t gangsta rap, you a federalé
Need to live by the code of the street
I think about you when I`m loadin` my heat
But I`d rather thow blows to ya teeth
Cuz I was always talkin`, shootin` hoe`s is weak

I`m still feelin adrenaline with the pistol when I`m peel`em
then kill`em like a villian with the penicillin when the
bullets... drillin`em
spinnin`em a whole round and I`m peelin`em
the villain is willin`em to keep beef to a minimum

WOO!
Crooked I`s the one
Snitch ass niggaz need to hide and run
Go to the club and we ride wit` guns
But really though we just wanna have fun...

[Chorus: x2]
See I been hopin` and wishin`
All you rappers Quit Snitchin`
Always talkin` to the police
Tryena send my homeboyz to prison
That ain`t good where I`m from
Whoever hang around you is dumb
Cuz they know you work wit` the po-po
Crooked I, ain`t the one...

Release History

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2003

Westcoasanostra: Volume One

1. Death Row's Back
2. Quit Snitchin
3. Fuc-Wid-Us