Was supposed to be a second part to TAGGIN, cept it took on a life of it's own.
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ripncru
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Story behind the song
The song was written as part 2 to Taggin, from my experience with the neighbor. We called her the "hooker" upstairs.
Lyrics
When we dropped taggin, Ya’ll thought I slipped.
Call this taggin II, and don’t gimme no lip.
I got my shit together, And my head on strait.
It all came together, On that night of fate.
Moved the clouds from my eyes, And my visions came clear.
Now I’m back in the game, And I have no fear.
You’re doing it again, you’re actin like a bitch.
You need to stop talking, Or change your pitch.
You better straighten up, Bitch, Deuce is back.
I’m checkin all the hoes, And I’m on the attack.
Don’t gimme no shit, Or your bull shit drama.
It’s true, I’m a playa, With a baby mama.
I run the CRU, And I run the show.
So come on, get in, Get ready, let’s roll.
Strip off them clothes, Cause tonight’s the night.
With Deuce or Jack D, Till the morning light.
This is what it’s like with the ripncru
Tag ya once, then we’re through
You better straighten up, Bitch, Deuce is back.
He’s checkin all the hoes, And He’s on the attack
Deuce is back, with the RIPnCRU
I’ll tag you once and then we’re through
You were the one, I wanted to be true
But I guess I’m still a playa, baby, thru and thru
We had a lotta fun until ya got into my head
A couple drinks later, and I took ya to bed
After we were done, I didn’t say goodbye
All I said was, baby now I gotta fly
Ya followed me around, callin on my phone
Until I told ya, bitch, ya need to change yo tone
You keep runnin your mouth, Shut up, trick
You need to stop talking, Fuck you, bitch
Deuce is back, And I ain’t playin.
You fucked with me, and now your heart I’m slayin.
I make ya fall in love, From my first touch.
You were next on my list, I know you had a hunch.
I swore up and down, Baby, -- that I was true.
That night, I tagged ya, now we’re through
This is what it’s like with the ripncru
Tag ya once, then we’re through
You better straighten up, Bitch, Deuce is back.
He’s checkin all the hoes, And He’s on the attack
Deuce is back, with the RIPnCRU
I’ll tag you once and then we’re through
What’s up girl, you’re being such a bitch
You were on my dick, until I tagged yer sis
It was really great, she rode me like a horse
And best of all, she shut her mouth, unlike you of course
Then you got all jealous, like I was yer man
Lemme break it down for you, you were just a tag
We had a little fun, ya wouldn’t stop the talking
Yer hung up on yer ex, so I just started walkin
I’m Big Daddy, I don’t play second base
Ya wanna get with me, ya better love the chase
Don’t wanna hear the shit, bout what he did
Its time to grow up, baby yer not a kid
So don’t come cryin, with a broken heart
Cuz you’re the one that tore US apart
This is what its like with the RIPnCRU
Tag ya once and then we’re through
This is what it’s like with the ripncru
Tag ya once, then we’re through
You better straighten up, Bitch, Deuce is back.
He’s checkin all the hoes, And He’s on the attack
Deuce is back, with the RIPnCRU
I’ll tag you once and then we’re through
This is what it’s like with the RIPnCRU,
Tag you once, and then we’re through.
This is what it’s like with the RIPnCRU,
Tag you once, and then we’re through.
This is what it’s like with the RIPnCRU,
Tag you once, and then we’re through.
This is what it’s like with the RIPnCRU,
Tag you once, and then we’re through