Tookie lyrics

[Hook]
Tookie Williams, San Quentin
I'm down to die for this bidness
Blue laces in my tennis
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
If he a opposite, cuz, we get it
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'

[Verse 1]
Strapped, trippin', riding out my jurisdiction
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
My pops said I won't see Heaven how I'm livin'
Well, I guess I'ma burn to Hell with this crippin'
Now I'm masked up in that Civic, me and my young Locs
A bunch of wild n*ggas that'd kill for free but I tip 'em a couple C-notes
I got a young homie that's 16, and he out here, trappin' sh*t
Young n*gga with a mean shot, I call that n*gga "Stojaković"
Blue rag came with my starter, and I got it on me, don't bother
This why I'm walking like one leg larger
I'm short n*gga but a giant to you, barber
Looking like he got sawed up
He got hit with that sawed-off, shotty blew his limbs off
Don't try us, your b*tch wanna ride with us
And bang the hood with a young boss, on Crip
[Hook]
Tookie Williams, San Quentin
I'm down to die for this bidness
Blue laces in my tennis
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
If he a opposite, cuz, we get it
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'

[Verse 2]
I'm back on that bullsh*t, I just bought a nine with a full clip
Catch you preaching that bullsh*t, leave a n*gga holy in the pulpit
Probably in a carpool with Crips, strapped up, n*gga, act up
Have your ass all over Instagram, bruh, with emotional RIP captions
Glock make a n*gga jump like Vince Carter
Lil n*gga with the nine like Ryan Harper
When he off a pill, know he down to kill
Like a Lex [?] sh*t starter
Hit your house like a band in the South, we drummin' sh*t
And this paper chase is a marathon, so f*ck you and who you runnin' with
I'm a Long Beach, East side, mad-ass lunatic
Known to drop many n*gga when the Ruger spit
And I stand and fit [?] sh*t
Get a n*gga while he sleeping on some Kruger sh*t
Keep that Nina on my hip like my baby
It's a [?], b*tch, no safety
Hit your block, making n*ggas do a 180
If he got cold feet, I'ma cold case him
[Hook]
Tookie Williams, San Quentin
I'm down to die for this bidness
Blue laces in my tennis
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'
If he a opposite, cuz, we get it
This how I'm crippin', how I'm crippin'