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(BIG WY) |
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Yeah |
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That gangsta-ass *************t |
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Y-G |
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Y mutha********' G's |
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WOOP! WOOP! |
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Let these *************s know man |
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That's right, ************* |
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Yo punk, what's up fool? |
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Lil' Dawg |
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(LIL' HAWK) |
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Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on |
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You call it Thunderbird I call that *************t Jim Jones |
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I need a fifth |
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To start off my mutha********' day |
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I'm feeling good as ************* and I'm almost my way |
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Just C-K |
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These - punk-ass *************s this is C-M-G |
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Your number one Crab killas (that's right) |
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From the 4 to the Shaw even Century |
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On Figueroa we gotta sowed up |
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Rollin' with the D.O.B. |
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************* Crabs cause ************* I blast from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska) |
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And I ain't ********' with no bustas |
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Only them Damu Ridin' C.K'in' mother********s |
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And they ain't show no mercy when they hoo-ride |
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Leavin' no clues but a mother********' homicide |
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Lil' Hawk Y-G quick to spree |
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And C-K you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool |
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Ahahaha... |
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(BRONCO) |
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Mother*************' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty |
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Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slip 'n slidin' with my ********' enemy |
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Now it's the time to leave the plan of the dot |
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Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later bop |
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Paper this ass wax bangers the *************t done hit the fan locs |
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Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes |
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************* choose your mutha********' weapon |
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Brown this brass knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson - I'm guessin' |
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That you would play the tough guy and think that you're the *************t |
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But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extraclip |
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Fully and creep for the set trip cause I know this *************t's stompin' |
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Snatch your heart outta your chest |
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And we can watch you stop breathin' |
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Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride |
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East Side Rip Ridaz it's ever Denver on mine |
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************* all Slobs Cuz, you die mother******** |
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(BA********AN) |
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Six mutha*************as, 357 hollow point Magnum shells |
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Closed casket made this Crab mama yell |
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Pendleton, khakis, pig tails |
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And Stars on my feet |
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Me and Puff had to wreck |
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And my homie six ten his feet |
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I creep ??? specialty |
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Cause I'm a professional |
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******** is gangsterism |
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I live my life in dangerous ways |
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I go days without eatin' I'm steady sippin' on Night Train |
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C-K Rider killin' Crabs till I die |
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Gangsta Mr. Bat |
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*************s wonder why why I put it down on a mutha********' Crab ************* |
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East Side Swan Gangsta Back |
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Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a mutha********' A-K |
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Yeah, ************* - yellow tape |
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************* Crabs |
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************* Crabs ************* Crabs ************* Crabs! |
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Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood? |
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Ninety Four - we out |
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(SIX PAC) |
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Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip, Crip, Crip or die |
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Snoops Rest In Peace, ************* you know why |
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Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up - like a fire truck |
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Face to face with death stuck *************t outta luck |
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************* you just met a dark angel |
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You can say I walk my Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handle |
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Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin *************s |
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And let the homies take it for me |
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************* you like red so much |
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Now check this out |
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Time to a chin broke ass on his head and mouth |
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But if it's on then it's on stick a smash to him |
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And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him |
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Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season |
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East Side F.C.G. ************* you know the reason |
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Blue rag hangin' out the blue *************ies |
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Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mau*************erg with me |
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It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop |
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I take a trip to the 5th and give me a stick and let loose *************t |
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And now I figure like the king of the planet |
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You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic |
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Yeah ************* ************* all Slobs, this is F for death |
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(GREEN EYES) |
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Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick |
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My mutha********' ?? |
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Straight bustin' out of the station wagon, never draggin' |
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I gots to kickin' in out |
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Down in a hole ??? and killin' every wearin' flue nap |
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What's next? |
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On my mutha********' menu I got to ?? some mutha********' Crab |
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So put a ********' cap into |
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The hearse and stripes |
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Green Eyes ?? some mo' |
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And I bend I catch you slippin', bumpin', steady dippin' on a '4 |
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And let me show you ********' Crabs hollow I can get |
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I kill your whole family and your pregnant Crab ************* about to get birth |
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To a baby Crab |
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Now that ************* *************t outta luck |
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That's why I murder the lil' ************* |
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This Bangin' On Wax Deuce |
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************* a truce |
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Big Wy I'm high so pass the mutha********' gin and juice |
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While I slip the clip in it commence the set trippin' |
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And smoke all these mutha********' Crabs that I catch slippin' |
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Yeah ************* the Crabs, I got to say what's up to the I-F-G gang |
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(AWOL) |
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I went to church for years but I only learned one thang goods |
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So you can't blame it on Jesus |
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Cause I said love for the neighborhood |
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I got a Cuzzin from Elm and one from the Mob |
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I put that on my daddy, I'm a killer *************s, ************* Slob |
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Where you from Loc you don't have to ask me |
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?? in my tag so my K-P it ain't *************t |
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I served Snoops on Cherry Street |
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Asiatic central ?? where the Compton's meet fool |
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I ********, hoo-bang, war-bang |
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See my name struck up on the 91 freeway |
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So all Slobs better hide tonight |
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Hide tonight cause the K gang's hoo-ridin' |
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On my side - East Side - your side |
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Them Slobs from the other side get off for fight, right |
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You might run from a Kelly with heat |
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Cause the Slobs ain't dead got to rest in peace, ************* |
