Song | Everything Gonna C Alright |
Artist | Crips |
Album | Nationwide Rip Ridaz |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : AWOL, Big Freeze, Broncoe ... | |
Everything is gonna C alright so nigga don't trip | |
Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip | |
Buckin' on Slobs day to day cause it's mandatory | |
Real Crips know the rest of the story, it's like | |
C-raggin', blue Dickie saggin' | |
I took out another Slob that's what we braggin' | |
Celebratin' cause the time is right | |
Go get a case O.E. | |
We big chillin' tonight, nigga | |
Go get the Hennessy, the bud, the 'gnac | |
Here go a 50 dollar bill with my nigga and he'll be right back | |
Big Cixx steady up to no good | |
And when my nigga Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood | |
Professional wig splitters on the front line | |
The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time | |
Real soldiers always on patrol | |
Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool | |
[AWOL] | |
Layin' you niggas down for this East Side set trip | |
Doin' this shit for fun oh well I'm willin' to go to hell for the Crip shit | |
Don't say it's all good - this Kelly neighborhood | |
187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood | |
So let me gang bang, let me get my blast on | |
Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on | |
And take a note from ?? I'm a Crip down | |
Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town | |
T-Black, Kelly In Peace for the set trip | |
Now at 8 lay the monkey make me empty clips | |
I get loose when I'm creepin' through slow | |
Slobs still bitin' the dust but steady yellin' it's on | |
Slobs runnin' and duckin', Slobs fallin' and yellin' | |
Hey what Slob we gon' blast on next, Cuz? It ain't no tellin' | |
I ain't no motherfuckin' natural born killer | |
That's just a trade I picked up from these Compton niggas | |
If you play your cards right | |
Everything will C alright | |
Everything will C alright with me | |
Everything's gonna C alright | |
If you play your cards right | |
Aw, If you play your cards right | |
Everything will C alright with me | |
Everything's gonna C alright | |
[TWIN LOC] | |
We don't die, we multiply, simply cause we straight crippin' | |
Dippin' through that evil East Side where I'm killin' | |
Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ash | |
Have your momma at the cemetery orderin' a fuckin casket | |
A block as my Glock split your mutherfuckin' cranium | |
Show 'em no mercy for these Slobs so I see aimin' 'em | |
Choppers and A-K's I sprays with the quickness | |
Doin' a way with the remains with the swiftness | |
Layin' low in my hood on the late nights rap right | |
A dead 6-4 lay low with the dead light | |
Jack off my strap check my tracts 'fore I blast 'em | |
Creased up khakis and a .44 Magnum | |
AG's 40, 5-3 C killin' | |
8-8, 11-6 | |
Straight C willin' | |
For homicidial enemy killin' | |
Smokin' Slobs | |
And the Avalon Gangsta | |
Got it straight goin' on like that | |
[SCARFACE] | |
Well it's the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad A.D. | |
S doubles niggas don't wanna C this | |
Compton nut who don't give a fuck about shit | |
Act a motherfuckin' fool for the CARIPS | |
Slobs slip you get dealt with it, real simple | |
Caught this Glock I pop it dome like a fuckin' pimple | |
Jack me nimble wasn't quick enough so he got | |
Popped with the Glock Slob dropped on the block | |
[G-BONE] | |
You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on | |
My nigga young Face straight got his blast on | |
So you niggas know it's on with them B.G.'s | |
Them A-G Crip crazy-ass L-O-C's | |
Nigga please you don't wanna see these nuts | |
Loc up, let's straight tear this muthafucka up | |
You need to kick kacks C cool and ?? tonight | |
These Slob niggas everything will C alright | |
[Chorus...] | |
[BRONCOE] | |
I'm chasin' paper on the daily with this rap shit Cuz | |
And lockin homie I'm the same as I always was | |
The shit is hectic I expected nuthin like this shit | |
Hey yo the picture I had in my head was cool | |
But this shit is quite different listen | |
Many many moons have passed niggas got blasted | |
I stay heated in the cut cause shit is drastic | |
Struggle through life get high and deal with the stress | |
I guess wishin' it was different is like wishin' the way death | |
Just make the day a good day | |
Make sure today is alright | |
Let me worry 'bout tomorrow loc if I live through the night | |
And even though I keep the strap and ??? at night | |
I say my prayers doin' favours ready to take flight | |
I'm in the game it's all the same ain't nuthin' changed I'm a rider | |
Oh Lord would you bless me and keep me safe from the East Side | |
Bless all my young Locs, my folks and the Crip Card | |
All my dead homies and real niggas with heart | |
I'ma stay a true, blue down for sure till I'm through | |
C real and chill and kill the enemy and bang with my crew | |
And if I play my card right A-1 tight | |
Everything is everything Loc and it's way alright | |
[BIG FREEZE] | |
Oh Lord I know you see me out here the wrong, the streets stressin' | |
Feelin' all alone steady holdin' on to this Smiff & Wesson | |
Vision blurry cause I'm high | |
Stompin' on ??? in the fast lane headin' for the East Side | |
Rip Ridin' to the fullest | |
It's me and my Locs against the world and we can do this | |
Whether it's C killin', robbin' or stealin' | |
Or mobbin' up a Crip hater for fuckin' off how we're killin' | |
Everything is still C alright | |
Niggas just stay tight | |
We can makin' many more nights | |
Shoot that kite to the pen with the package or some' | |
A nigga got a little bill fools stop frontin' | |
See it don't take much to show a nigga some Crip love | |
Duece's and Three's, Ten's to Fives to Dubbs | |
And every night and day | |
Even that struggle is need | |
I took the 40 to the curb for Capone and ?? | |
Tiny Half much love - as I blow | |
And remiscin' how I kill a few Slobs maybe I | |
Got a death wish, up a slug after slug | |
Night after night | |
Got the '3rd sought up tight so everything'll C alright | |
Franklin Square Crip till they carry me | |
Two Crips on East Side, three Crips on that side and they bury me | |
[Chorus...] |
zuo ci : AWOL, Big Freeze, Broncoe ... | |
Everything is gonna C alright so nigga don' t trip | |
Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip | |
Buckin' on Slobs day to day cause it' s mandatory | |
Real Crips know the rest of the story, it' s like | |
Craggin', blue Dickie saggin' | |
I took out another Slob that' s what we braggin' | |
Celebratin' cause the time is right | |
Go get a case O. E. | |
We big chillin' tonight, nigga | |
Go get the Hennessy, the bud, the ' gnac | |
Here go a 50 dollar bill with my nigga and he' ll be right back | |
Big Cixx steady up to no good | |
And when my nigga Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood | |
Professional wig splitters on the front line | |
The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time | |
Real soldiers always on patrol | |
Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool | |
AWOL | |
Layin' you niggas down for this East Side set trip | |
Doin' this shit for fun oh well I' m willin' to go to hell for the Crip shit | |
Don' t say it' s all good this Kelly neighborhood | |
187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood | |
So let me gang bang, let me get my blast on | |
Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on | |
And take a note from nbsp?? I' m a Crip down | |
Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town | |
TBlack, Kelly In Peace for the set trip | |
Now at 8 lay the monkey make me empty clips | |
I get loose when I' m creepin' through slow | |
Slobs still bitin' the dust but steady yellin' it' s on | |
Slobs runnin' and duckin', Slobs fallin' and yellin' | |
Hey what Slob we gon' blast on next, Cuz? It ain' t no tellin' | |
I ain' t no motherfuckin' natural born killer | |
That' s just a trade I picked up from these Compton niggas | |
If you play your cards right | |
Everything will C alright | |
Everything will C alright with me | |
Everything' s gonna C alright | |
If you play your cards right | |
Aw, If you play your cards right | |
Everything will C alright with me | |
Everything' s gonna C alright | |
TWIN LOC | |
We don' t die, we multiply, simply cause we straight crippin' | |
Dippin' through that evil East Side where I' m killin' | |
Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ash | |
Have your momma at the cemetery orderin' a fuckin casket | |
A block as my Glock split your mutherfuckin' cranium | |
Show ' em no mercy for these Slobs so I see aimin' ' em | |
Choppers and AK' s I sprays with the quickness | |
Doin' a way with the remains with the swiftness | |
Layin' low in my hood on the late nights rap right | |
A dead 64 lay low with the dead light | |
Jack off my strap check my tracts ' fore I blast ' em | |
Creased up khakis and a . 44 Magnum | |
AG' s 40, 53 C killin' | |
88, 116 | |
Straight C willin' | |
For homicidial enemy killin' | |
Smokin' Slobs | |
And the Avalon Gangsta | |
Got it straight goin' on like that | |
SCARFACE | |
Well it' s the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad A. D. | |
S doubles niggas don' t wanna C this | |
Compton nut who don' t give a fuck about shit | |
Act a motherfuckin' fool for the CARIPS | |
Slobs slip you get dealt with it, real simple | |
Caught this Glock I pop it dome like a fuckin' pimple | |
Jack me nimble wasn' t quick enough so he got | |
Popped with the Glock Slob dropped on the block | |
GBONE | |
You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on | |
My nigga young Face straight got his blast on | |
So you niggas know it' s on with them B. G.' s | |
Them AG Crip crazyass LOC' s | |
Nigga please you don' t wanna see these nuts | |
Loc up, let' s straight tear this muthafucka up | |
You need to kick kacks C cool and nbsp?? tonight | |
These Slob niggas everything will C alright | |
Chorus... | |
BRONCOE | |
I' m chasin' paper on the daily with this rap shit Cuz | |
And lockin homie I' m the same as I always was | |
The shit is hectic I expected nuthin like this shit | |
Hey yo the picture I had in my head was cool | |
But this shit is quite different listen | |
Many many moons have passed niggas got blasted | |
I stay heated in the cut cause shit is drastic | |
Struggle through life get high and deal with the stress | |
I guess wishin' it was different is like wishin' the way death | |
Just make the day a good day | |
Make sure today is alright | |
Let me worry ' bout tomorrow loc if I live through the night | |
And even though I keep the strap and nbsp??? at night | |
I say my prayers doin' favours ready to take flight | |
I' m in the game it' s all the same ain' t nuthin' changed I' m a rider | |
Oh Lord would you bless me and keep me safe from the East Side | |
Bless all my young Locs, my folks and the Crip Card | |
All my dead homies and real niggas with heart | |
I' ma stay a true, blue down for sure till I' m through | |
C real and chill and kill the enemy and bang with my crew | |
And if I play my card right A1 tight | |
Everything is everything Loc and it' s way alright | |
BIG FREEZE | |
Oh Lord I know you see me out here the wrong, the streets stressin' | |
Feelin' all alone steady holdin' on to this Smiff Wesson | |
Vision blurry cause I' m high | |
Stompin' on nbsp??? in the fast lane headin' for the East Side | |
Rip Ridin' to the fullest | |
It' s me and my Locs against the world and we can do this | |
Whether it' s C killin', robbin' or stealin' | |
Or mobbin' up a Crip hater for fuckin' off how we' re killin' | |
Everything is still C alright | |
Niggas just stay tight | |
We can makin' many more nights | |
Shoot that kite to the pen with the package or some' | |
A nigga got a little bill fools stop frontin' | |
See it don' t take much to show a nigga some Crip love | |
Duece' s and Three' s, Ten' s to Fives to Dubbs | |
And every night and day | |
Even that struggle is need | |
I took the 40 to the curb for Capone and nbsp?? | |
Tiny Half much love as I blow | |
And remiscin' how I kill a few Slobs maybe I | |
Got a death wish, up a slug after slug | |
Night after night | |
Got the ' 3rd sought up tight so everything' ll C alright | |
Franklin Square Crip till they carry me | |
Two Crips on East Side, three Crips on that side and they bury me | |
Chorus... |
zuò cí : AWOL, Big Freeze, Broncoe ... | |
Everything is gonna C alright so nigga don' t trip | |
Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip | |
Buckin' on Slobs day to day cause it' s mandatory | |
Real Crips know the rest of the story, it' s like | |
Craggin', blue Dickie saggin' | |
I took out another Slob that' s what we braggin' | |
Celebratin' cause the time is right | |
Go get a case O. E. | |
We big chillin' tonight, nigga | |
Go get the Hennessy, the bud, the ' gnac | |
Here go a 50 dollar bill with my nigga and he' ll be right back | |
Big Cixx steady up to no good | |
And when my nigga Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood | |
Professional wig splitters on the front line | |
The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time | |
Real soldiers always on patrol | |
Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool | |
AWOL | |
Layin' you niggas down for this East Side set trip | |
Doin' this shit for fun oh well I' m willin' to go to hell for the Crip shit | |
Don' t say it' s all good this Kelly neighborhood | |
187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood | |
So let me gang bang, let me get my blast on | |
Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on | |
And take a note from nbsp?? I' m a Crip down | |
Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town | |
TBlack, Kelly In Peace for the set trip | |
Now at 8 lay the monkey make me empty clips | |
I get loose when I' m creepin' through slow | |
Slobs still bitin' the dust but steady yellin' it' s on | |
Slobs runnin' and duckin', Slobs fallin' and yellin' | |
Hey what Slob we gon' blast on next, Cuz? It ain' t no tellin' | |
I ain' t no motherfuckin' natural born killer | |
That' s just a trade I picked up from these Compton niggas | |
If you play your cards right | |
Everything will C alright | |
Everything will C alright with me | |
Everything' s gonna C alright | |
If you play your cards right | |
Aw, If you play your cards right | |
Everything will C alright with me | |
Everything' s gonna C alright | |
TWIN LOC | |
We don' t die, we multiply, simply cause we straight crippin' | |
Dippin' through that evil East Side where I' m killin' | |
Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ash | |
Have your momma at the cemetery orderin' a fuckin casket | |
A block as my Glock split your mutherfuckin' cranium | |
Show ' em no mercy for these Slobs so I see aimin' ' em | |
Choppers and AK' s I sprays with the quickness | |
Doin' a way with the remains with the swiftness | |
Layin' low in my hood on the late nights rap right | |
A dead 64 lay low with the dead light | |
Jack off my strap check my tracts ' fore I blast ' em | |
Creased up khakis and a . 44 Magnum | |
AG' s 40, 53 C killin' | |
88, 116 | |
Straight C willin' | |
For homicidial enemy killin' | |
Smokin' Slobs | |
And the Avalon Gangsta | |
Got it straight goin' on like that | |
SCARFACE | |
Well it' s the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad A. D. | |
S doubles niggas don' t wanna C this | |
Compton nut who don' t give a fuck about shit | |
Act a motherfuckin' fool for the CARIPS | |
Slobs slip you get dealt with it, real simple | |
Caught this Glock I pop it dome like a fuckin' pimple | |
Jack me nimble wasn' t quick enough so he got | |
Popped with the Glock Slob dropped on the block | |
GBONE | |
You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on | |
My nigga young Face straight got his blast on | |
So you niggas know it' s on with them B. G.' s | |
Them AG Crip crazyass LOC' s | |
Nigga please you don' t wanna see these nuts | |
Loc up, let' s straight tear this muthafucka up | |
You need to kick kacks C cool and nbsp?? tonight | |
These Slob niggas everything will C alright | |
Chorus... | |
BRONCOE | |
I' m chasin' paper on the daily with this rap shit Cuz | |
And lockin homie I' m the same as I always was | |
The shit is hectic I expected nuthin like this shit | |
Hey yo the picture I had in my head was cool | |
But this shit is quite different listen | |
Many many moons have passed niggas got blasted | |
I stay heated in the cut cause shit is drastic | |
Struggle through life get high and deal with the stress | |
I guess wishin' it was different is like wishin' the way death | |
Just make the day a good day | |
Make sure today is alright | |
Let me worry ' bout tomorrow loc if I live through the night | |
And even though I keep the strap and nbsp??? at night | |
I say my prayers doin' favours ready to take flight | |
I' m in the game it' s all the same ain' t nuthin' changed I' m a rider | |
Oh Lord would you bless me and keep me safe from the East Side | |
Bless all my young Locs, my folks and the Crip Card | |
All my dead homies and real niggas with heart | |
I' ma stay a true, blue down for sure till I' m through | |
C real and chill and kill the enemy and bang with my crew | |
And if I play my card right A1 tight | |
Everything is everything Loc and it' s way alright | |
BIG FREEZE | |
Oh Lord I know you see me out here the wrong, the streets stressin' | |
Feelin' all alone steady holdin' on to this Smiff Wesson | |
Vision blurry cause I' m high | |
Stompin' on nbsp??? in the fast lane headin' for the East Side | |
Rip Ridin' to the fullest | |
It' s me and my Locs against the world and we can do this | |
Whether it' s C killin', robbin' or stealin' | |
Or mobbin' up a Crip hater for fuckin' off how we' re killin' | |
Everything is still C alright | |
Niggas just stay tight | |
We can makin' many more nights | |
Shoot that kite to the pen with the package or some' | |
A nigga got a little bill fools stop frontin' | |
See it don' t take much to show a nigga some Crip love | |
Duece' s and Three' s, Ten' s to Fives to Dubbs | |
And every night and day | |
Even that struggle is need | |
I took the 40 to the curb for Capone and nbsp?? | |
Tiny Half much love as I blow | |
And remiscin' how I kill a few Slobs maybe I | |
Got a death wish, up a slug after slug | |
Night after night | |
Got the ' 3rd sought up tight so everything' ll C alright | |
Franklin Square Crip till they carry me | |
Two Crips on East Side, three Crips on that side and they bury me | |
Chorus... |