[BIG WY]
Yeah
That gangsta-a** sh**
Y-G
Y muthaf**in' G's
WOOP! WOOP!
Let these n***as know man
That's right, n***a
Yo punk, what's up fool?
Yank Dawg
[LIL' HAWK]
Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on
You call it Thunderbird I call that sh** Jim Jones
I need a fifth
To start off my muthaf**in' day
I'm feeling good as f** and now I'm ons my way
To C-K
These punk-a** n***as, this is C-M-G
Your number one Crab k**as (that's right)
From the 4 to the Shaw even Century
On Figueroa we gotta sowed up
Rollin' with the D.L.B
f** Crabs cause n***a I blast 'em from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska)
And I ain't f**in' with no bustas
Only them Damu Ridas CK'n' motherf**ers
And they ain't showin' no mercy when they hoo-ride
Leavin' no clues but a motherf**in' homicide
Lil' Hawk Y-G, its just me
And C-K you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool
Ahahaha...
[BRONCO]
Motherf**' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty
Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slippin', sidin' with my f**in' enemy
Now it's the time to leave the planet and die
Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later, bye
Paper thin a** wax bangers, the sh** done hit the fan locs
Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes
n***a choose your muthaf**in' weapon
Brownies, bra** knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson, I'm guessin'
That you would play the tough guy and think that you the sh**
But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extra clips
Fully equipped for the set trip cause I know this sh**'s stompin'
Snatch your heart out your chest
And we can watch it stop pumpin'
Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride
East Side Rip Ridaz it's F for d**h on mine
f** all Slobs Cuz, you die motherf**er
[BATMAN]
Six muthaf**as, .357 hollow point Magnum shells
Closed casket made this Crab mama yell
Pendleton, khakis, pig tails
And Stars on my feet
Me and Puff, A-Wack
And my homie Satanic Sneak
I creep, with my specialty
Cause I'm a professional
Gangbangin' gangsterist
I live my life in dangerous ways
I go days without eatin', I'm steady sippin' on Night Train
C-K Rider k**in' Crabs till I die
Gangsta Mr. Bat
n***as wonder why, why I put it down on a muthaf**in' Crab n***a
East Side Swan Gangsta Bat
Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a muthaf**in' A-K
Yeah, n***a - yellow tape
f** Crabs
f** Crabs, f** Crabs, f** Crabs!
Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood?
Ninety Four - we out
[SIX PAC]
Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip or, Crip or, Crip or die
Snoops Rest In Piss, n***a you know why
Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up like a fire truck
Face to face with d**h stuck, sh** outta luck
n***a you just met a dark angel
You can say I work for Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handle
Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares
And let the homies take it from there
n***a you like red so much
Now check this out
Tie him to a tree and pour gas on his head and mouth
Well if it's on then it's on stick a match to him
And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him
Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season
East Side F.C.G. n***a you know the reason
Blue rag hangin' out the blue dickies
Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mausberg with me
It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop
I take a trip to the 5th and get me a stick of that loop, shiiit
And now I'm feelin' like the king of the planet
You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic
Yeah n***a f** all Slobs, this is F for d**h
[GREEN EYES]
Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick
My muthaf**in' initiation
Straight bustin' out of the station wagon, never draggin'
I gots to get in and out
Downin' the O-E 'til it's through and k**in' every wearin' flue now
What's next on my muthaf**in' menu
I got to find some some muthaf**in' Crab
So put a f**in' cap into
The earn some stripes
Green Eyes see some mo'
And I better not catch you slippin', bumpin' Steady Dippin' on the '4
And let me show you f**in' Crabs how low I can get
I'll k** your whole family and your pregnant Crab b**h about to give birth
To a baby Crab
Now that n***a sh** outta luck
That's why I murdered the lil' f**
This Bangin' On Wax Deuce
f** a truce
Big Wy I'm high so pa** the muthaf**in' gin and juice
While I slip the clip in and commence the set trippin'
And smoke all these muthaf**in' Crabs that I catch slippin'
Yeah f** the Crabs, I gotta say what's up to the I-F-G gang
[AWOL]
I went to church for years but I only learned one thang good
So you can't blame it on Jesus
Cause He said love thy neighborhood
I got a cousin from Elm and one from the MOB
I put that on my daddy, I'mma k** them n***as, f** Slob
Where you from Loc, you don't have to ask me
Lotion my tats so my K-P ain't ashy
I serve soup on Cherry Street
In Seattle's Central District where the Comptons meet, fool
I g**n, hoo-bang, wall-bang
See my name struck up on the 91 freeway
So all Slobs better hide tonight
Hide tonight cause the K-Gang's hoo-ridin'
On my side, his side, your side
Them Slobs from the other side get up on fire, right
You might run from a Kelly with heat
Cause a slob in dead got to rest in grief, n***a