G-Bone (Crips) - Every Dog Has His Day lyrics

[Verse 1: AWOL] I wanna k** a Slob it's the fifth of the month Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my a** Black Glock in my hand just in case I gotta blast, see You get gaffled like a b**h if you chit chat The A-K 47 put him on his back Broke him down to his motherf**in' mainframe Dropped top forehead lookin' at that Slob's brain I Make a Slob break out in a sweat Cause I'm a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin' threat B.G. n***as do it the most, I got my A-K Ready and steady servin' Slobs problems Loc How in the f** can I mix with the Inglewood?! I only got love for third of my own hood k**in' when I'm rollin' with my n***as Not just any n***as but them k**a Slob n***as f**in' with a Kelly Park Crip now you know I give a Slob a home on Palmer when bullets roll Ain't no more steppin' through the smog nor creepin' through the fog I'm a motherf**in' Loc sayin' f** all Dogs Every Dog has his day, every Dog has his day... (I'm a Dog k**a, I'm a Dog k**a, I'm a B-Dog k**a) [Verse 2: G-Bone] Slobs better cicc cacc and pay a f** attention I'm crippin' through your hood on a Slob k**in' mission Strap on my lap all ready to get kizz-ocked From Compton all to the other side I'm makin' Slob drop Raise out the window pull the trigga and I blast Pump some of that lead in a Slob n***a a** The n***a rolled over and I shot him in the f**in' jaw Hollow shells in my sh**, blew his sh** the f**ed off Mr. gang bang motherf**er boogie b**h Slob n***a don't slip cause I'mma co*k the set trip Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy n***a Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member I'm a straight motherf**in' Brim murderer Not a peace makin' n***a, but a stone cold k**a A n***a called Bone that's a motherf**in' hog A loc'd out Crip B-K n***a f** a Dog! [Hook] [Verse 3: Cixx Pac] Shiiiit Now I'm a menace from the past kickin' ooo-lob Toss a blue rag in their dice game and watch 'em catch whiplash Damn flood who did it and I'mma bank him And while I'm blastin' I'm yellin' out FRANKLIN! See I'm a soldier thought I done told ya And everytime you slip I'mma peel up fool You Snoops think they slick Tryin' to creep Through the park But the n***a Six Pac ??? like tiger sharks They sniff a mack Then roll 'em up like that bomb ?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam Leavin' a k**a dead bodies n***a draped in red But that's O-K a motherf**er look better dead California Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger Watts Franklin Crip O.G. g**ner A 44 Mag to the dome when I take him home Boom! Boom! on the corner another Slob is gone [Hook] [Verse 4: Troll Loc] Look who you stuck with A Kelly you don't wanna f** with So Slobs duck quick cause I'm fits to f** up sh** And it's a must I k** D-O-G's Dead rags gettin' served tryin' to f** with these Two C's Puttin' 'em on their goddamn backs Slob fools throw back when I'm packin' a Gat Set trippin' if you caught In your colors dead shirt Dead pants leaves a dead motherf**er So all Snoops better bang with some caution Tuck your rags in don't get k**ed tryin' to floss it Sportin' that bullsh** Will get your card pulled quick Test me if you will and I'm pa**in' with full clips And Another die-'Ru lies Restin' In Pieces Put my Gat to his mouth and made his b**h a** eat it So when you see a B.G Drop down and pray Cause every motherf**in' Dog is fits to have his day [Hook] [Verse 5: Big Freeze & Bronco] Crips bustin' shots from Glocks to Slobs steady droppin' k**in' off all Slobs cause see Cuz it ain't no peace poppin' Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster Crip 4 life Do or die And for d**h MOTHERfu*kER! Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis Can't floss on real boss so Watt's up with your b**h trick? Down with the Franklin Fudge Front Crip murder sk**s n***a Off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that k**s As I snatch the trigga of the Tec or A-K As I spray Cause all dogs have a day To die you know why punk fool this is Crip Give it up What that F like bow down to the set trip From sun up - to sun down From Franklin - to Fudge Town Should've been a Crip cause Slob n***as get beat down This is the life of a loc'd out slanger Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber So hip hip a motherf**in' ray I'm soul takin' f** peace makin' every Dog will have his day [Hook]