Ay what up Loc? Hey where you from homeboy?
Kelly Park Compton Crip
Ay well n***a this blood n***a! (Boom boom boom boom)
How could a Crab go up against a Dog?
Dogs got paws and f*g Crabs got claws
Picture no B-Dog n***as like b**hes
And I'm that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches
Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse
The hog rock bottoms where the M gang hang out n***a
Nick knack paddy whack give a Crab a bone
Don't give a sh** 'bout a funeral home
Yeah I just love it when an E-Ricket falls
Fool, that's the life of a B-Dog
Downin' a Crab like a bottle of see-be
Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z
Throwin' up the see what the f** you sign!
Puffin' on a blunt goin' outta my mind
The O-G Dog is rollin' Rickets like a Cutla**
I'll put one in your a**
And leave your body butless
Welcome to the see-K rag set
Showin' a Crab like Awol no pity
No sk**ed b**h soundin' like Dr. Seus
A-W-O-L a wolf on the loose
Should've been a B-Dog
Should've been a B-Dog, punk this is Piru
f**s Smelly Marks, Nappy Heads, Long b**h and Tragniew
Here I go again about to straight dis
I got my plate all fixed for some Eggs Toast and Grits
b**h-made n***a now you know who I am
Slammin' Rickets on their back but my name ain't Van Damme
I'm jinxin' muthaf**as like a gypsy
And if you want me
Then you're gonna have to come and get me
Hit me up or I'ma smoke you with my see-K gat
You should've been a be -Dog b**h and it's like that
n***as is haulin' me off and it's a holocaust
Comin' down automatic gun sounds terrorize the whole town
n***as don't suspect that I'ma hit 'em with some hot lead
Unloadin' my sh**, makin' sure that they're all dead
Wearin' my color, representin' the Blood gang
I can take a Crab and turn him into a blood stain
The voices in my head tryin' their best to command me
They claim that I'm insane cause they don't understand me
Lil' Stretch comin' in with a roll call
And f** all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog
Now I can start off fast, or I can start off slow
But the real gangstas know which way I should go
Well now the hunters is deep and ya know that's right
O-G's from the four, the homie Tee and half pint
Small as a muthaf**a, ain't takin' no sh**
And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick
C-K Bone from the deuce, Chill Will from the four
Lil' Stretch and P-Dogg from the five ain't no joke
The hunters in town and we bringin' the noise
Along with the Hacienda village boys
But now it's time for me to talk about the k**as
But can't forget about the millers
B-S-P, I-G and the Denver lands
H two-zeroes, Scottsdale and the east pain
Leuder's Park and A-P is comin' right is at
Show you where it's at, the H-P's and the cabbage patch
B-B-P, B-S-V, a hundred tramp five
Can't forget about the pirus on the West Side
M-S-be , Q-S-B and the V-N-G's
Fruit town brims, lime hoods and the Elm Street
C-P-P, H-P-G and the Athens Park
Mel through the jungles won't make it if it's after dark
V-T-P, five deuces and the fruit town
Walk through Harvard Park and you might get beat down
Weirdos blood, see-M-G's and the tree top
East side pueblo n***as and the cedar block
Lil' Stretch Dog has finished with the roll call
And f** all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog
Yeah, ah yeah