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(AWOL) |
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I wanna kill a Slob it's the fifth of the month |
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Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front |
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Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass |
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Black Glock in my hand just in case I gotta blast, see |
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You get gaffled like a bitch if you chin check |
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The A-K 47 put him on his back |
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Broke him down to his motherfuckin' mainframe |
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Dropped top forehead lookin' at that Slob's brain |
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Make a Slob break out in a sweat |
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Cause I'm a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin' threat |
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B.G. niggas do it the most, I got my A-K |
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Ready and steady servin' Slobs problems Loc |
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How in the fuck can I mix with the Inglewood?! |
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I only got love for third of my own hood |
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Killin' when I'm rollin' with my niggas |
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Not just any niggas but them killa Slob niggas |
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Fuckin' with a Kelly Park Crip now you know |
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I give a Slob a home on Palmer when bullets roll |
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Ain't no more steppin' through the smog nor creepin' through the fog |
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I'm a motherfuckin' Loc sayin' fuck all Dogs |
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Every Dog has his day, every Dog has his day... |
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(I'm a Dog killa, I'm a Dog killa, I'm a B-Dog killa) |
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(G-BONE) |
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Slobs better kick at and pay a fuck attention |
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I'm crippin' through your hood on a Slob killin' mission |
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Strap on my lap all ready for the K's up ??? |
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To the other side I'm makin' Slob drop |
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Raise out the window pull the trigga and I blast |
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Pumps some of that lead in a Slob nigga ass |
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The nigga rolled over and I shot him in the fuckin' jaw |
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Hollow shells in my shit, blew his shit the fucked off |
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Mr. gang bang motherfucker boogie bitch |
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Slob nigga don't slip cause I'ma cock the set trip |
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Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy nigga |
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Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member |
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I'm a straight motherfuckin' Brim murderer |
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None that peace makin' nigga, a bullet stone cold killa |
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A nigga called Bone that's a motherfuckin' hog |
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A loc'd out Crip B-K nigga fuck the Dog! |
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(Chorus) |
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(SIX PAC) |
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Shiiiit |
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Now I'm a menace from the past kickin' hoo-ride best |
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Tons of blue rag in their dice game and watch 'em catch whiplash |
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Damn flood who did it and I'ma bank him |
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And while I'm blastin' I'm yellin' out FRANKLIN! |
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See I'm a soldier thought I done told ya |
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And everytime you slip |
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I'ma peel up fool |
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You Snoops think they slick |
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Tryin' to creep |
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Through the park |
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But the nigga Six Pac ??? like tiger sharks |
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They sniff a mack |
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Then roll 'em up like that bomb |
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?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam? |
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Leavin' a killa dead bodies nigga dressed in red |
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But that's O-K a motherfucker look better dead |
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CAlifornia Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger |
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Watts Franklin Crip O.G. gangbanger |
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A 44 Mag to the dome when I take him home |
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Boom! Boom! on the corner another Slob is gone |
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(Chorus) |
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(TROLL) |
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Look who you stuck with |
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A Kelly you don't wanna fuck with |
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So Slobs duck quick cause I'm fits to fuck up shit |
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And it's a must I kill D-O-G's |
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Dead rags gettin' served tryin' to fuck with these |
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Two C's |
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Puttin' 'em on their goddamn backs |
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Slob fools throw back when I'm packin' a Gat |
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Set trippin' if you caught |
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In your colors dead shirt |
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Dead pants leaves a dead motherfucker |
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So all Snoops better bang repercussion |
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Tuck your rags in or get killed tryin' to floss it |
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Sportin' that bullshit |
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I'll get your card pulled quick |
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Test me if you will but I'm pass 'em with full clips |
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And |
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Another die-'Ru lies Restin' In Pieces |
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Put my Gat to his mouth and made his bitch ass see it |
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So when you see a B.G. |
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Drop down and pray |
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Cause every motherfuckin' Dog is fits to have his day |
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(Chorus) |
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(BIG FREEZE & BRONCO) |
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Crips bustin' shots from Glocks to Slobs steady droppin' |
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Killin' off all Slobs cause see Cuz it ain't no peace poppin' |
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Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster |
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Crip 4 live |
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Do or die |
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F for death MOTHERFUCKER! |
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Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis |
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Can't floss on real boss so what's up with your bitch trick? |
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Down with the Franklin Fudge Front from murder skills nigga |
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Off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that kills |
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As I snatch the trigga of the Tec or A-K |
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As I spray |
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Cause all dogs have a day |
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To die you know why punk fool this is Crip |
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Give it up |
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What that F like bow down to the set trip |
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From sun up - to sun down |
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From Franklin - to Fudge Town |
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Should've been a Crip cause Slob niggas get beated down |
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This is the life of a loc'd out slanger |
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Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber |
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So hip hip a motherfuckin' raid |
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I'm so takin' fuck peace makin' every Dog will have his day |
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(Chorus) |
