| Song | Everything Gonna C Alright |
| Artist | Crips |
| Album | Nationwide Rip Ridaz |
| 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...] |
| 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... |