Crips - Load'N The Clip (Set Trip) lyrics

[Ice Cube sample] "First I load the clip" x2 [BG SCARFACE] Now I'm on Atlantic with the M16, in triple beam I've been g**nin' since I was 14 Compton south side had me gang-related Off-brands get regulated ?? in my city was most hated Watch it when you givin' out threats to my Cripalettes They comin' back with automatic techs sprayin' you on deck I'm on a mission with only 16 shots A .40 Glock, a hollow tip, made your heartbeat stop And explode, I'm 'bout to reload the clip Cause I'ma fold you by the hip, the homies told you if you slip We got to Nationwide Rip Ridaz, g**nin', ADC south side ?? lowriders and you mention ?? Compton CPT is what I represent If I was Eiht I would smoke DJ Quik for Dollaz & Sense [Ice Cube sample] "First I load the clip" x3 "..and then I make the hit" x2 [AWOL] You can call me Lucifer deuce, see cause I'm k**in' some sh** Droptop, Rosecrans with the .30-06 So when you see the triple six in the rifle You're praying like f** cause I'm the devil's disciple But f** it, forgive me, don't say it won't happen again God f**ed up so now Satan is locked in I'd rather throw up a sign than try to dance but I'll be the n***a you tellin' to pull my pants up What you missin' is a life gettin' took Cause it's too many n***as tryna fit in the Guinness book I gaffled so many n***as and b**hes and tricks So much sh** that it just might not fit So I stick to k**in' off-brands I'm a motherf**in' n***a with a blue rag, understand? [Ice Cube sample] "First I load the clip" x3 "..and then I make the hit" x2 [BG SCARFACE] Cailin' up out your set, leavin' you and your homies wet You regret a baby gangsta with this fully loaded tech, respect It's time to flex to Atlantic Drive and get the bulletproof vests We only f** with the Comptons that got 80s on their chests Many blessings to the homies know be drivin' in peace Atlantic Drive, south side, until we die we got beef No retreat up on the street because we Comptons got heat And after ?? we g**nin' in the CPT [AWOL] Slob run cause I'm comin', I got my strap from Crip Hun Let's do it for Crip Face, to keep you fools on the run So soon as you touch down, we k**in' a Fruit Town k**in' a Palmer Joke, and watchin' the gun smoke So run but you can't hide from the evil a** east side Where slob n***as die I'm Kelly'd out in a motherf**ing G-ride On my way to smoke me a Elm Street, right, n***a So don't trip, you can say that it's on When I'm in a G-ride with the homie J-Bone If he told me to do it, I got my strap and I done it I k**ed a slob for no reason, cause I'm motherf**in' gunnin' fool [Ice Cube sample] "First I load the clip" x3 "..and then I make the hit" x2 (Repeated in the background til fade) [BG SCARFACE] Yeah n***a, f** all you slob a**, off-brand a** motherf**ers Y'all motherf**ers tried to serve us on Bangin' On Wax part 2 Saga continue motherf**er But we served your b**h a** on the Nationwide Rip Ridaz motherf**er [AWOL] Chitty chitty gang bang, f** the Damu gang n***a This the best of the C-side No more slobs alive n***a, k's up f** all y'all buster a** n***as Ain't no more bangin' on wax cuz You ain't gotta guess the color of my shoestrings They blue like a motherf**er b**h Scared to say your sh** n***a Crip gang, crip gang East side Compton fool, haha [BG SCARFACE] Yeah WC motherf**er, I ain't tryna diss you or nothin' homeboy But don't be talkin' 'bout motherf**ers who won't diss you on wax Cause we didn't diss your motherf**ing a** You got money and we broke So don't tell me that we won't diss your a** Cause we didn't diss your motherf**ing a** [AWOL] Come to the hood cuz Ey Ice Cube, what city you from? Straight outta Compton to South Central n***a Ain't no tellin', huh Takin' work outta town on grayhound Y'all n***as better stop givin' up game old buster a** n***as Cause if I get crack... I'm dumpin' on y'all That's on the K, n***a, we really doin' this sh** n***a