Troll Loc (Crips) - Slob 187 lyrics

[Verse 1: Scarface] I woke up one morning Ran outside because I seen yellow tape Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape Another A-T-L-A-N-T-I-C B-D drive-by As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why But they don't know that I don't give a f** I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this Slob up My mama told me stay away from the gang But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick out his teeth And bang his head against the concrete And my neighbors wasn't no muthaf**in' snitches I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done in these ditches You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take By me - another down B-G Scarface Atlantic Drive Compton Crip I can't stand R-E-D So that's the main point and the facts So let me grab my gat - bust back Cause this is Snoop attack All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5 Cause in the muthaf**in' graves is where the Snoops lyin' Y'all n***as keep the world a blue atmosphere Two C's from Compton Crip Cuz and I'm outta here [Verse 2: Crip Inch] Betta watch your back This is Piru 187 Put a Slob on his back with the Mac-11 A Kelly with a gun won't run and hide It's a n***a Crip Inch and comin' from the East Side Watch these Slobs just run and duck Cause I ain't givin' up nuthin' but bad luck Gotta k** at will So I pack my steel Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that's real You might say that I'm too far gone Mind lost and tossed off the edge of the terrordome Now I'm off to just makin' a brains hang Runnin' the streets with the muthaf**in' K gang One down but I still ain't hurt Cause I'm k**in' Slobs off from here to Gettesburg The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop [Verse 3: G-Bone] Slobs can't getaway from this itchy trigga finger Straight Slob k**in' Cuz I'm a Crip f** them n***as Peel their caps cack with a muthaf**in' Tec-9 Slob-a** n***as better muthaf**in' recognize This is the Slob k**a A-D double C Flee dog, B-Dog k** a Cuz I'm a L-O-C Sendin' Slob n***as on the stairway to hell I can't inhale cause I can't stand that dead lobster smell So dump that n***a in a dizitch All Slob k**a and that includes a Snoop b**h They always set a Crip up and won't give a f** That's why I stick the Criplettes cause they co*k this bomb as f** But you know you gotta watch their punk-a** ho's too Cause some Criplette got love for Dirus A ho ain't sh** Sure 'nuff by a Slob b**h Cause they would f** a Slob And come s** a Crip dick I can't trust the ho and I don't f** with Slobs I'm a Locsta and f** all oo-lobs This is a muthaf**in' C-R-I-P Ain't no love for an S-L-O-B [Verse 4: AWOL] I'm givin' up the K to some Slobs on they dome Slobs wanna trip, Slob n***a bring it on Shot a Slob's dome with this 30-06 Infra-red scope with the 30 round clip A Compton Crip Bat man, don't step too close Cause you's a Slob-a** ex Crip n***a from East Coast That n***a Dog better watch his dome My dick still in his mouth so my n***a it's on You ain't a dog, you's a M-U-T On the nuts of a Compton B-G f** Bangin' On Wax and f** a True Blue tape f** everybody hood if they dissin' the K C, I get it strap and I'm ready for a 211 Catch a Slob and it's Slob 187 [Verse 5: Troll Loc] S-N-Double 'O'-P to the K Make way when I spray Slobs just ain't safe Cause it's on with them muthaf**in' off-brand n***as servin' 'Rus like Dinner with this itchy trigga finger Puttin' brains to the side walk to end all talk b**h Slobs get chalked when they slip and get caught f** all Dirus and the families have made 'em n***as grew up claimin' Snoops and now can't sh** save 'em When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome I catch a cap to the hat when I'm gattin' the chrome Lettin' off in your muthaf**in' hood dead rags better duck Cause a Kelly is up to no good See you wearing your colors and watch Troll unload And leave you dead shirt camouflage with 16 holes Glock 9 causin' doom like that muthaf**in' Armageddon When I step in Slob's turn b**h when they see my weapon To the head cause there ain't no love Ask you: "Where you from?" and blast if your a** say Blood Cause it's a straight Compton Crip Teachin' oo-lobs f** all y'all I'm claimin' Slob 187 [Verse 6: Rider J] f** a Slob, f** a 'Ru And anybody else too See Cuz I gotta do for me Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my A-D-C A 'Ru or a Snoop ain't hard to do away Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray n***as Any Slob k**a You can't come kickin' in my hood muthaf**a cause I peel ya I'm rollin' through your hood with much Crip Disrespect Blue'd up on Atlantic and it's time to set Settle The muthaf**in' score Tec-9 bullets muthaf**as now open up the door And to you Slob muthaf**as that don't know me f** your sets and your dead homies A-D-C up n***as!