Silkski - Slobs Keep On Slippin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Cixx Pac] Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise 'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots Type of sh** that's real known for k**in' a cop Now what's the flex the F flag, true rag? THE BLUE RAG! Lookin' at the news ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG Crippin' like I crept in the cut By caught - slippin' Now he six feet deep And a n***a with him Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew I guess by night you know my heart pump blue Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side n***as with them F's in the end chin Crip or Die Ain't no escapin' when you enter the Franklin Square You call it help fool we'll call it true or dare So remember my name and my motherf**in' face I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates [Hook] Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [Verse 2: AWOL & Trouble Loc] Awol got a down Crip b**h Trouble Loc Down for the Crip sh** I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough If you my b**h come and f** these Slobs up I only stay K's up Cause my n***a's from the K But this is West/Side motherf**in' P.B.H k**in' Slob-a** b**hes and crackers Quick to k** Crip if that Crab try to jack us f** the world All n***as gotta watch their back Cause nine times outta ten I'm peelin' these n***as caps Gotta strap cause I feel like slain On the East/Side M.S.B.K. fool The 47 ain't just givin' it up f** the Slob I'm a motherf**in' Compton nut Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin' We stay set trippin' On them Slobs that's slippin' [Hook] Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [Verse 3: Troll Loc] Undercover Slob ain't sh**, that's on Crip I can't stand them, I line 'em up, back to back And I'ma cap them at random Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone You'se a b**h and that's real, you can feel me? Diru's talk sh** but can't get with it or k**ed it Motherf**in' Loc You knows I packs a 44 so step When I bail through your Slob-a** hood, brought a n***a and doin' dirt So I makes it my job to flag my rag And pack a strap so I can k** a Slob Cuz they should've told ya About the young Trollster Quick to start sh**, run up b**h and I'ma smoke ya f** ya, it's on and I'm reachin' for my chrome Blowin' ?? and ?? with lead at your motherf**in' dome Kelly Crippin' always shippin' when I'm dippin' Fingers itchy as f** and catch this Slob slippin' [Hook] Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [Verse 4: K-Tone] You hard, you hang but you change When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don't bang, n***a You flag and sag like it's all good You lil' b**h you only bang in your own hood You see Without a pause I'm willin' to die for the cause Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck Just watch this Slob fall He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain't done Now I'm wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run As I'm runnin' I take a sip of the bottle My name's K-Tone and f** the world is the motto As I'm tossin' my rag, they can't stand it Because they comin' up short In the land of the bandit So f** a ?? from the fame of the video We can handle 'em when we get up out the studio I got the gat co*ked when I'm dippin' Because I'm straight Crippin' So you Slobs keep on... [Hook] Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [Verse 5: Big Freeze & Bronco] Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas Goin' on out of my hood, it's all good, motherf**er From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pa** the Down Set trip if you want to but you can't f** with the Fudge Town Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin' Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's happenin' My life style 'cause it's just gang related activity Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli If you caught in the zone a new a** hole is what I'm tear'in ya Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya Bring the strap let the gats crack I caught another Slob in the hood I'm a loc so I did that A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray I'm on that a** when you dash I chase you down with the 'K Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you ?slippin? Tryin' to play this game ??? playin' k**ers and hustlers Leave this sh** to these G's and leave this sh** to us Locs Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked I got my .9 both co*ked and my finger on the trigger So all y'all Slob-a** bustas leave this sh** to these real n***as See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper Ain't no one is tellin' f** Slobs n***a This is anybody k**er [Outro] Slobs keep on slippin'...