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2 Da Crib Video (MV)




Performed By: Papa Zaniel & Rictacular
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Daniel Stimphil, Ricardo Ricketts




Papa Zaniel & Rictacular - 2 Da Crib Lyrics




To da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Cruising with a baddie and we bout to roll a zip
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you...

Ge-Get-Getting topped off with the top down
Bitch you better call me when you get in my town
I don't wanna see you on the beach on IG
Knowing you ain't call, you ain't check in with me
Gassing with 93 cause it's just one of them type of weekends
Tipping while on the tightrope, if not, I'll be in the deep end
I've been cruising on that 9-5 doing 9-5
Southbound on the turnpike, exit Sunrise

I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Cruising with a baddie and we bout to roll a zip
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you live

I'm from Palm Beach where they palm trees and the palm trees ain't palm leaves
Ratchets fight they gonna palm weaves
Shoot a fair one better bob and weave bow!
My city loves to hit licks boy
Always been wit the shits boy
Quick to pull out dat stick boy
Pray to god it don't hit boy
This is Ric boy
Man I'm sick boy
Man I spit boy
Hawk a loogie
Downtown in City Place, shots to the face tryna make a movie
Feel offended, well nigga sue me
Live my life to whatever suits me
On my grind, work from 9 to 9
Tryna get what's mine, 'til my life is Gucci

Let me call you back I'm bout to pull up to the cribo
Try-Try-Trying to kill bills like my last name was Kiddo

Roger that bruh, Imma pull up with the captain
Call them shorties up, tell 'em get ready for action

No lollygagging, party crashing, thottie ratchet, started dancing
No Pulp Fiction twisting, just booty popping, and crotch friction

Vibin' with some vices make for one hell of a weekend
Everyone's a cup away from going off the deep end

I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Cruising with a baddie and we bout to roll a zip
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you live
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English

To da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Cruising with a baddie and we bout to roll a zip
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you...

Ge-Get-Getting topped off with the top down
Bitch you better call me when you get in my town
I don't wanna see you on the beach on IG
Knowing you ain't call, you ain't check in with me
Gassing with 93 cause it's just one of them type of weekends
Tipping while on the tightrope, if not, I'll be in the deep end
I've been cruising on that 9-5 doing 9-5
Southbound on the turnpike, exit Sunrise

I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Cruising with a baddie and we bout to roll a zip
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you live

I'm from Palm Beach where they palm trees and the palm trees ain't palm leaves
Ratchets fight they gonna palm weaves
Shoot a fair one better bob and weave bow!
My city loves to hit licks boy
Always been wit the shits boy
Quick to pull out dat stick boy
Pray to god it don't hit boy
This is Ric boy
Man I'm sick boy
Man I spit boy
Hawk a loogie
Downtown in City Place, shots to the face tryna make a movie
Feel offended, well nigga sue me
Live my life to whatever suits me
On my grind, work from 9 to 9
Tryna get what's mine, 'til my life is Gucci

Let me call you back I'm bout to pull up to the cribo
Try-Try-Trying to kill bills like my last name was Kiddo

Roger that bruh, Imma pull up with the captain
Call them shorties up, tell 'em get ready for action

No lollygagging, party crashing, thottie ratchet, started dancing
No Pulp Fiction twisting, just booty popping, and crotch friction

Vibin' with some vices make for one hell of a weekend
Everyone's a cup away from going off the deep end

I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Cruising with a baddie and we bout to roll a zip
I been riding, on my way to da crib
Down south, F-L-A, yeah that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you live
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Writer: Daniel Stimphil, Ricardo Ricketts
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