Tweedy Bird Loc - Break-A-Slob-Down lyrics

Published

0 156 0

Tweedy Bird Loc - Break-A-Slob-Down lyrics

[Intro] n***a You know I had to get ya! (x4) [Verse 1: G-Bone] Well it's the muthaf**in' C Slob n***as comin' up short Rip Ride, we slide to the muthaf**in' south flow 4 deep creepin', B.G.'s on a mission Got word that the muthaf**in' slob n***as slippin' We about to put the muthafucin' smash down On these muthaf**as on the other side of town Jumpin' up out of the muthaf**in' G-ride Creepin' up out of the muthaf**in' Nutty from the blunt There they go in a pack, slobs tryin' to bick back We put them triggers on them slob n***as f** that This a** be sacked to the muthaf**in' G Blaze up the blunt, took a shot of the Hennessy We dippin' back to the muthaf**in' C-Side Two C's, A.D., B.G. n***a Rip Ride Baby Gangsta Bone is a loc'ed out young n***a Straight slob k**a, cuz I'm a Crip, f** you n***as [Chorus] This is how we break a muthaf**a down Break a muthaf**a down, Break a muthaf**a down Straight slob k**a, cuz I'm a Crip, f** you n***as [Verse 2: AWOL] Some n***as pulled up yellin' about that slob sh** I said like Spiggedy-One (Spice 1), Cuzz: 'what part of the game is this?' Crip rich went to dumpin like he never bust no heat The Gauge blew him back and knocked the slob off his feet Came up down the alley when I clock my crip face hung He said, "What's crackin' 'WOL?, I said, "run n***a run" Cuz we just peeled the slob on the corner of my street We made her park her sh**, we blew that slob in her jeep Then Hung said "Cuzz, I realize we got some muthaf**in' playa haters" They hate me most cause they some f**in' baby gangsta haters I got cousins, I'm blowin' relatives in half And we k** family Inglewood f*ggots wanna get my a** But I'm protected by the blue and the green Rat-tat-tat, put a Elm in the gangsta league, Cuzz I guess that's how this sh**'s supposed to C co*k my Glock, K's up to 2Pac, slob feel me [Chorus] [Verse 3: G-Bone] I'm givin' up the C to these muthaf**in' snoops Slobs catchin' the blues when a n***a dippin' through Hand on my heat, pullin' the trigger with the quickness Slobs feelin' the muthaf**in' wrath of my Cripness Crippin' to the fullest cause n***a f** slobs, f** all slobs n***a I'm a muthaf**in' Crip, straight slob k**a Showing these muthaf**in' slobs no love These muthaf**in' slobs are gonna be chokin on they own blood Cause I'm fillin' 'em up with this muthaf**in' hot lead Slob n***as are slob b**hes and puttin' them muthaf**in' red smoked out A loccin' n***a crippin' is all a n***a know Dumpin' these muthaf**in' slobs with my chrome .44 My n***a, Face is k**in' up sh**, slob n***as feelin' the pain Gangsta raw, makin' 'em stain, drivin' these slob n***as insane Slobs can't hang I thought you know the Bone is on my Crip job South Side Atlantic Drive Crip Ride n***a f** slob [Chorus] [Verse 4: AWOL] Slobs better believe in heat on Compton corners with Glocks Cause I'll C bustin' Elms a lot, yelling, "Cuz, this is Cedar Block!" Confused, but they don't wanna K.C.B.'s, original K.P.'s, O.B.G.'s and B.G.'s Too C's up, my b**h be laughin' at me cause I'm a nut AWOL C givin' a f**, you f** with Kelly, you f** up Cause I'm not the n***a you thought I was, n***a from Kelly Park Compton, Cuz Doin' the sh** like Oklahoma, n***as was not knowin' what it was Blood k**a, steady packin' the heat And Piru k**a, leavin you slobs 6 feet deep, sleep You besta catch A.I.D.S if you believe in magic Or I'll seen pumpin' the trigger quick, leave the scenes tragic Slobs better be thinkin' about it, better be thinkin' about they sh** Better be thinkin' about they hood, thinkin' about they slob b**h If she flame to f** up I hope she's red enough But if she's too f**in' dry, I'm a have to help her out and wet her up [Chorus]

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.