[Verse 1: Geniune Draft AKA Domino]
Genuine Draft with the Gat
Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart but connect with the level
That I'mma bust to this n***a now he's slippin'
Two to the head now he retarted like a Simpson
Now them Snoops wanna switch black
Why else would they Slobs on the motherf**in' Crip track
I don't know but it fills me with laughter
So peep this Crip sh** for that b**h Slob-a** n***a
[Verse 2: Lil' Stretch]
f** all these Crab n***as, that's right, guess who, Crab k**a's back
The AK-47 mix with a maniac
A n***a with a problem
A n***a ain't wrapped tight
So I'll be rollin' on these Crab n***as everynight
Creep, Creep, Creep, buck buck, how it goed off
Crabs got towed off, n***as took a load off
Crab got lifted out, mixed out, shipped it out
Tec-9 bullets was the only thing spittin' out
[Verse 3: Awol]
Well if I'm not k**in' a Snoop
I'm runnin' from the police
Or at the spot just hangin' with the homies
Ain't no tellin' where the Kelly is down for
When I'm hangin' on 3-8 double O
A homicide when a n***a ride
Ain't naythin' good about sh** with dip out
I k** a punk for the color he's wearing
And k** his b**h cause keep on staring
[Verse 4: Red Rag]
I throw low blows and elbows on low-lows and that type of sh**
That n***a Red Rag straight
C-sick flamin' like a light from a Bic
I'm a magician and you punk Crab b**hes are my tricks
You Sissy motherf**ers take ya heat out ya diss me
You wind up like the Ten Deuce Rice Crispies
Kelly Park stay in Compton
The city you was k**ed in
Slay stay down gettin' charged for a million
[Verse 5: Blue Rag]
f** it, it's time to take some heads off
Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob's mouth with one shot
Blow his damn brains out and watch it shatter
And splatter on the concrete
Another Slob
Added to my murder beat, I'm Blue Rag
A Crip for life fool
Bangin' On Wax with a Charles Manson attitude
[Verse 6: Lil' Stretch]
In 1975
A n***a was raised on the streets of Watts to survive
Where I live it was nuthin' but a living hell
So at the age of nine I rebel
I was growin' up my mom was solo
Bump Crabs for ?piece hunters? n***as don't give a f**
Rollin' with a street gang knockin' off Crabs
Cause it's an everyday motherf**in' thang
[Verse 7: Sin Loc]
Sin Loc - quick to put one in your forehead
Shootin' every motherf**er that I catch wearing red
It's only one thing stoppin' this
I gotta do it on wax
So I can't put the cops in this
And if you runnin' at the mouth straight misled
Sin Loc'll put a slug in your forehead
And for the hood I'mma still keep stompin'
East Sider C Cuz, this is Compton
[Verse 8: Redrum 781]
Four Crabs down many more is soon to go
n***as got love so I'm shootin' up the funeral
I don't give a damn about another n***a's life
I run by and squeeze on a f**in' trigga tight
People start to fall up b**hes call up for the One-Time
Aimin' for his momma so he better walk the chalk line
And I'm servin' Crips to the R.I.P. like it's wholesale
Blue-a** fools are goin' down to a red hell