Tweedy Bird Loc - Bangin' on Wax lyrics

[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 liver 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 go'd 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 wearin' And k** his b**h cause keep on starin' [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 Was an everyday mothaf**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 Ricketts got love so I'm shootin' up the funeral I don't give a damn about another n***a's life I roll 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 Flue-a** fools are goin' down to a red hell