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作词 : AWOL One, Big Freeze, Bronco ... |
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(SIX PAC) |
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Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me |
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Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise |
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'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots |
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Type of ************t that's real known for killin' a cop |
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Now what's the flex the F flag, true rag? |
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THE BLUE RAG! |
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Lookin' at the news |
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ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG |
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Crippin' like I crept in the cut |
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By caught - slippin' |
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Now he six feet deep |
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And a ******* with him |
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Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew |
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I guess by night you know my heart pump blue |
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Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side |
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*******s with them F's in the end chin Crip or Die |
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Ain't no escapin' when you enter the Franklin ************ |
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You call it help fool we'll call it true or dare |
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So remember my name and my mother******' face |
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I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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(AWOL & TROUBLE LOC) |
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Awol got a down Crip ************ |
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Trouble Loc |
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Down for the Crip ************t |
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I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough |
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If you my ************ come and ******* these Slobs up |
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I only stay K's up |
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Cause my *******'s from the K |
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But this is West/Side mother******' P.B.H. |
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Killin' Slob-ass ******* and crackers |
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Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us |
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******* the world |
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All *******s gotta watch their back |
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Cause nine times outta ten |
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I'm peelin' these *******s caps |
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Gotta strap cause I feel like slain |
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On the East/Side |
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M.S.B.K. fool |
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The 47 ain't just givin' it up |
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******* the Slob I'm a mother******' Compton nut |
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Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin' |
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We stay set trippin' |
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On them Slobs that's slippin' |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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(TROLL) |
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Undercover Slob ain't ************t, that's on Crip |
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I can't stand them, I line 'em up, back to back |
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And I'ma cap them at random |
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Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe |
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Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone |
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You'se a ************ and that's real, you can feel me? |
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Diru's talk ************t but can't get with it or killed it |
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Mother******' Loc |
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You knows I packs a 44 so step |
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When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a ******* and doin' dirt |
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So I makes it my job to flag my rag |
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And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob |
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Cuz they should've told ya |
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About the young Trollster |
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Quick to start ************t, run up ************ and I'ma smoke ya |
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******* ya, it's on and I'm reachin' for my chrome |
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Blowin' ?? and ?? with lead at your mother******' dome |
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Kelly Crippin' always ************ppin' when I'm dippin' |
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Fingers itchy as ******* and catch this Slob slippin' |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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(K-TONE) |
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You hard, you hang but you change |
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When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don't bang, ******* |
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You flag and sag like it's all good |
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You lil' ************ you only bang in your own hood |
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You see |
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Without a pause I'm willin' to die for the cause |
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Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck |
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Just watch this Slob fall |
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He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain't done |
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Now I'm wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run |
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As I'm runnin' |
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I take a sip of the bottle |
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My name's K-Tone and ******* the world is the motto |
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As I'm tossin' my rag, they can't stand it |
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Because they comin' up short |
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In the land of the bandit |
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So ******* a ?? from the fame of the video |
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We can handle 'em when we get up out the studio |
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I got the gat *******ed when I'm dippin' |
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Because I'm straight Crippin' |
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So you Slobs keep on... |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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Slobs keep on slippin' |
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(BIG FREEZE & BRONCO) |
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Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas |
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Goin' on out of my hood, it's all good, mother******* |
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From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down |
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Set trip if you want to but you can't ******* with the Fudge Town |
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Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin' |
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Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's happenin' |
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My life style 'cause it's just gang related activity |
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Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli |
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If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I'm tear'in ya |
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Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya |
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Bring the strap let the gats crack |
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I caught another Slob in the hood I'm a loc so I did that |
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A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray |
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I'm on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the 'K |
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Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you ?slippin? |
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Tryin' to play this game ??? playin' killers and hustlers |
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Leave this ************t to these G's and leave this ************t to us Locs |
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Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked |
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I got my .9 both *******ed and my finger on the trigger |
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So all y'all Slob-ass bustas leave this ************t to these real *******s |
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See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper |
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Ain't no one is tellin' ******* Slobs ******* |
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This is anybody killer |
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Slobs keep on slippin'... |