Crips Filmography

• C-Walk: It's a Way of Livin'
  2003, role: actor , character name: Themselves

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Nationwide Rip Ridaz - Crips
• Everything Gonna C Alright - Crips
• Roll Call - Crips
• Compton Nut - Crips
• Brake-A-Slob-Down - Crips
• Atlantic Dr. Hoo Ride - Crips
• Slobs Keep On Slippin' - Crips
• Crips - Crips

[BRONCOE]
I'm casted out, casted up Loc, locked down I'm a menace
I gives it up, I give a fuck, a Loc for life cause I'm with it
I see fresh, dressed - like a million bucks
I am the lowest rip rider in the navy blue Chucks
Not the low top type cause they slip and they slide
With the high tops for gangstas with the Stars on the side
I'm buckin' off-brands, all Slobs, bitches and tricks
And I'm from Eastside Fushed Town Mafia Crip
WATTS UP to my homies on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line
I rob for C side, death to my enemy
Mission to make a mill and chill with my bigger G's
[BIG FREEZE]
I got a heat for you Slob niggas slippin'
Set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cause I'm crippin
See a Slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban
Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him
Ain't no mercy or grace
Put him in his place
Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face
Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride
Another Swayhook slippin another straight just died
I ain't lying when I say you see me dumpin
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some' (...on that Eastside)
[TWIN LOC]
The A.G.C's straight rollin on that Eastside, right
Where gangstas like to ride and do a homicide
I catch a Slob slippin, I break his fuckin neck
And puttin these busta punk niggas straight in check
Talkin 'bout you's a gangsta, nigga you's a busta
Runnin Slobs over, nigga you can't trust a
Nigga from the A-V-A-L-O-N-G-E-S-T-A
And I'ma spray when I have to
Busta, I case you out the hood
Because you know the OG Cell is straight up to no good
Would you try to test me and get straight dog
Cause I'll be rollin muthafuckas like lumberjacks roll logs
Peep the real crippin'
Back in '69 you young rookies
Don't know shit about your melon and big tookie
Doing dips in green metals
I'm that little bitty fellow
Runnnin around while my niggas bustin caps
Hello, recognize nigga when the gangstas comin through
Dressed in blue
And we did it just for you
Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf
And I'll be tossin niggas like a muthafucking nerf
And I'm out
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz...
[SCARFACE & G-BONE]
Don't panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth
I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin South
Never slippin steady dippin that's the way that we're creepin
Buck a Slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin
Gangsta Bone jumped out with the Gauge point blank ?? said
Nigga fuck Slob, this the AD gang
Slob niggas should have known that the Bone is a killer
South Atlantic Drive Compton Crip, fuck them Slob niggas
Nationwide Rip Ride, nigga this the double S
Young gangsta Bone, B.G. Face puttin' Slobs to rest
Nigga this is Crip so what's poppin' with that B.K.
Like I said last time every dog has its day
Slobs keep slippin' when I'm dippin' comin up short
Smoke like a muthafucker 9 for the ???
Nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside
Straight crip face Nationwide nigga Rip Ride
[AWOL]
Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc
So I can miss to smoke ?Palmer joke?
Fuck a Slob from Cedar
I'm on Alameda
On my way to Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter
A Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me
187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B-K
K-P-B-G, fuck a Slob
AK 47 on the Lollypop Mob, Loc
I'm Kelly Crip with my homies from the N gang
Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane
The 47 still giving it up
And fuck a Slob, I'm a muthafuckin Compton Nut
[KOOLAY]
I represent that Eastside Rip, don't even trip
When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip
Fool ain't no stoppin when I'm out there wig shoppin'
Movin' down Slobs from Inglewood to Compton
Quick to pop up on deck with a Tec
Spot a Slob and try my best to take off his neck
They should've told you about this Locsta
Out there bangin, with killers and sherm smokers
I'm claimin' F till I'm finally put to rest
And till then I'm bringing nothing but total death
Koolay Big G from the F.C.
Watts Franklin Crip till they bury me
[CIXX PAC]
The Eastside is where I ride, fool is get that straight
F.C.G. till I reach them Golden Gates
Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya
Runnin from C-I-X and I'ma fold ya
So think twice if your movin through my N-Hood
Niggaz see deep and them Squares up to no good
Watts the city of Tombstone, the evil side
Same fool slippin is the same fool just died
So remember what goes on in them tombstone
You ain't got your chrome you best stay at home
It ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise
You better recognize, Nationwide Rip Ride
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz...
Carip! Carip! Carip!
Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside

* [BIG CIXX a.k.a SIX PAC]
Everything is gonna C alright so nigga don't trip
Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip
Buckin' on Slobs day to day cause it's mandatory
Real Crips know the rest of the story, it's like
C-raggin', blue Dickie saggin'
I took out another Slob that's what we braggin'
Celebratin' cause the time is right
Go get a case O.E.
We big chillin' tonight, nigga
Go get the Hennessy, the bud, the 'gnac
Here go a 50 dollar bill with my nigga and he'll be right back
Big Cixx steady up to no good
And when my nigga Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood
Professional wig splitters on the front line
The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time
Real soldiers always on patrol
Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool
[AWOL]
Layin' you niggas down for this East Side set trip
Doin' this shit for fun oh well I'm willin' to go to hell for the Crip shit
Don't say it's all good - this Kelly neighborhood
187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood
So let me gang bang, let me get my blast on
Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on
And take a note from ?? I'm a Crip down
Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town
T-Black, Kelly In Peace for the set trip
Now at 8 lay the monkey make me empty clips
I get loose when I'm creepin' through slow
Slobs still bitin' the dust but steady yellin' it's on
Slobs runnin' and duckin', Slobs fallin' and yellin'
Hey what Slob we gon' blast on next, Cuz? It ain't no tellin'
I ain't no motherfuckin' natural born killer
That's just a trade I picked up from these Compton niggas
If you play your cards right
Everything will C alright
Everything will C alright with me
Everything's gonna C alright
If you play your cards right
Aw, If you play your cards right
Everything will C alright with me
Everything's gonna C alright
[TWIN LOC]
We don't die, we multiply, simply cause we straight crippin'
Dippin' through that evil East Side where I'm killin'
Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ash
Have your momma at the cemetery orderin' a fuckin casket
A block as my Glock split your mutherfuckin' cranium
Show 'em no mercy for these Slobs so I see aimin' 'em
Choppers and A-K's I sprays with the quickness
Doin' a way with the remains with the swiftness
Layin' low in my hood on the late nights rap right
A dead 6-4 lay low with the dead light
Jack off my strap check my tracts 'fore I blast 'em
Creased up khakis and a .44 Magnum
AG's 40, 5-3 C killin'
8-8, 11-6
Straight C willin'
For homicidial enemy killin'
Smokin' Slobs
And the Avalon Gangsta
Got it straight goin' on like that
[SCARFACE]
Well it's the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad A.D.
S doubles niggas don't wanna C this
Compton nut who don't give a fuck about shit
Act a motherfuckin' fool for the CARIPS
Slobs slip you get dealt with it, real simple
Caught this Glock I pop it dome like a fuckin' pimple
Jack me nimble wasn't quick enough so he got
Popped with the Glock Slob dropped on the block
[G-BONE]
You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on
My nigga young Face straight got his blast on
So you niggas know it's on with them B.G.'s
Them A-G Crip crazy-ass L-O-C's
Nigga please you don't wanna see these nuts
Loc up, let's straight tear this muthafucka up
You need to kick kacks C cool and ?? tonight
These Slob niggas everything will C alright
Chorus...
[BRONCOE]
I'm chasin' paper on the daily with this rap shit Cuz
And lockin homie I'm the same as I always was
The shit is hectic I expected nuthin like this shit
Hey yo the picture I had in my head was cool
But this shit is quite different listen
Many many moons have passed niggas got blasted
I stay heated in the cut cause shit is drastic
Struggle through life get high and deal with the stress
I guess wishin' it was different is like wishin' the way death
Just make the day a good day
Make sure today is alright
Let me worry 'bout tomorrow loc if I live through the night
And even though I keep the strap and ??? at night
I say my prayers doin' favours ready to take flight
I'm in the game it's all the same ain't nuthin' changed I'm a rider
Oh Lord would you bless me and keep me safe from the East Side
Bless all my young Locs, my folks and the Crip Card
All my dead homies and real niggas with heart
I'ma stay a true, blue down for sure till I'm through
C real and chill and kill the enemy and bang with my crew
And if I play my card right A-1 tight
Everything is everything Loc and it's way alright
[BIG FREEZE]
Oh Lord I know you see me out here the wrong, the streets stressin'
Feelin' all alone steady holdin' on to this Smiff & Wesson
Vision blurry cause I'm high
Stompin' on ??? in the fast lane headin' for the East Side
Rip Ridin' to the fullest
It's me and my Locs against the world and we can do this
Whether it's C killin', robbin' or stealin'
Or mobbin' up a Crip hater for fuckin' off how we're killin'
Everything is still C alright
Niggas just stay tight
We can makin' many more nights
Shoot that kite to the pen with the package or some'
A nigga got a little bill fools stop frontin'
See it don't take much to show a nigga some Crip love
Duece's and Three's, Ten's to Fives to Dubbs
And every night and day
Even that struggle is need
I took the 40 to the curb for Capone and ??
Tiny Half much love - as I blow
And remiscin' how I kill a few Slobs maybe I
Got a death wish, up a slug after slug
Night after night
Got the '3rd sought up tight so everything'll C alright
Franklin Square Crip till they carry me
Two Crips on East Side, three Crips on that side and they bury me
Chorus...

* [BRONCO]
Oh yeah, Watts up baby (what's up)
To all my B.K. Ridaz out there
Every Crip gang member every where (check me out)
To all the Cripalettes who love the Blue Team
(What's up baby) What's up
Young Bronco in this muthafucka (that's right)
East Side Fushed Town Mafia Crip
Franklin Square Crip gang
Atlantic Drive - 2 C
Kelly Park - 2 C
B.G.'s baby
What's up
From the Hub and the W'
We do this
Act like this
Check me out
All Park (CARIPS!)
Neighborhood (CARIPS!)
Village (CARIPS!)
Style (CARIPS!)
Gangsta (CARIPS!)
Mafia (CARIPS!)
Avenue (CARIPS!)
Project (CARIPS!)
Street (CARIPS!)
Boulevard (CARIPS!)
Hustler (CARIPS!)
Blocc (CARIPS!)
Watts (CARIPS!)
Compton (CARIPS!)
Long Beach (CARIPS!)
West Side (CARIPS!)
East Side (CARIPS!)
South Side (CARIPS!)
North Side (CARIPS!)
Carson (CARIPS!)
L.A. (CARIPS!)
Valley (CARIPS!)
Sack-Town (CARIPS!)
Bakersfield (CARIPS!)
Adena (CARIPS!)
Lynwood (CARIPS!)
?? (CARIPS!)
Bay Town (CARIPS!)
Covina (CARIPS!)
Pomona (CARIPS!)
Altadena (CARIPS!)
Duarte (CARIPS!)
San Bernardino (CARIIIIIIIIPS!!!!!)
What's up!
(C-C RIDAZ!!)
All the Crips in the pen'
On every level
On every yard and every ??
WATTS UP RIP RIDAZ!!!
Give up that C's and stay down for the Blue Team Cuz!
CARIPS...!!!

* [AWOL]
Blue rag on my head and a dark blue coat
K-C to the front, 4-5 on my nuts
There's a blue Bird on my shoulder, should I kill it?
(Yeah you should!)
Never said it's all good, come to see the world in my hood
It's a fact the young nigga is a Compton nut
I fuck with L.A. bitches, you fuck with Compton sluts
The A.K. - is a muthafuckin' shame but I use the 4-5
Cause it's Compton gangbang Baby Gangsta
Equal Crip - equal Piru Killa
Never did give a fuck about the die-'Ru, nigga
A lotta shit to do because I'm hopin' I don't catch a case
How many pass my knees? I'm in this shit up to my fuckin' ways
They swoll into to my face
And my mama said that I should to give it up
But fuck her I'm a Comtpon nut
They callin' a truce but since a nigga wanna trip
I break up the meetin' and tell him nigga it's still Crip
The Compton nut
This Compton Crip
Nigga just killin' 'Rus
Nigga feel me
Nigga come fuck with me
I'm a Slob life taker
[AWOL]
They tellin' me to dress purple and keep my Crip in low-key
Long as you wearin' your Crip face, they know you a B-G
But I committs a ride on this Slob for some'
But if I'm wearing off this shit I could be trippin' for nuthin'
Straight puttin' Slob kill there
Next thing you know is I'ma talk on a fuckin' tale
As a young-ass rider
A Baby Gangsta Kelly Park straight-ass hoo-rider
So get your money for team, we got K's
With 47 ways, we can stand up and get for days
Hit the corner where I must to see three Slobs
Step up through him sayin': what's up ?hula?
??? they head dead shirt ???
Y'all know what happened cause I ???
If you smell anything that stink it's me cause I'm the shit
And this is Compton, bitch
The Compton nut
This Compton Crip
Nigga just killin' 'Rus
A B-G Compton nut
I'm a Slob life taker
[AWOL]
I feel like bustin' a cap in the face of a Slob fool
Now seen a Crip from the giddy up ??
Another Kelly at the scene of a crime spree
Now I'm gettin' paid so I murder muthafuckas for free
It's like you gotta see dead to play your card
Smoke any young Snoop and National Guard
Grab the strap - grab the beanie
Worm through dark Slobs K-K-K see me
East Side KELLY PARK neighborhood nigga
ATLANTIC DRIVE's up the way so the mafia's bigger
WARD LANE got to get, you don't hear me though
SOUTH SIDE break it down to the C-Lo ??
SPOOK TOWNS ?in the next room?
ACACIA BLOCK steady givin' niggas the blues
The WEST SIDE is no good
FARM DOG, PARK VILLAGE, NUTTY BLOCC and POCKET HOOD
TRAGNIEW, MONA and CARVER PARK
Steady puttin' in work on the 'Nellas mark
PALMER BLOCC, SANTANA and ORIGINAL FRONT
Got to kill a Slob every single day of the month
6-6 and DUCKY HOODS gotta have fun
While the SWAMPS put in work on 1-5-1
Tic toc - another Slob drop
ANZAC gangsta Crip and LANTANA BLOCC
The Compton nut - this Compton Crip
Nigga just killin' 'Rus
The Compton nut - this Compton Crip
I'm a Slob life taker
A B-G Compton nut
And I'm just killin' 'Rus...
Hey K's up Cuz!
First of all
I wanna sent this muthafucka out to all my muthafuckin' O.B.G. homeboys
My nigga D Locc, K-Tone, Oak, Skeet, Spud, C-J
My muthafuckin' nigga from Atlantic Drive: Scarface and G-Bone

Nigga,
You know I had to get ya! (x4)
(G Bone)
Well it's the muthafuccin C
Slob niggas comin up short
Rip Ride, we slide to the muthafuccin south flow
4 deep creepin, B.G.'s on a mission
Got weird that the muthafuccin slob niggas slippin
We about to put the muthafuccin smash down
On these muthafuccas on the other side of town
Jumpin up out of the muthafuccin G-ride
Creepin up out of the muthafuccin Nutty from the blunt
There they go in a pack, slobs tryin to big back
We put them triggers on them slob niggas fuck that
This ass be sacked to the muthafuccin G
Blaze up the blunt, took a shot of that Hennesey
We dippin back to the muthafuccin C-side
Two C's, A.D., B.G. nigga Rip Ride
Baby Gangsta Bone is a loc'ed out young nigga
Straight slob killa, cuzz I'm a Crip, fucc you niggas
(Chorus)
This is how we brake a muthafucca down
Brake a muthafucca down, Brake a muthafucca down
-straight Slob killa, Cuzz I'm a Crip, fucc you niggas-
(AWOL)
Some niggas pulled up yellin about that slob shit
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 was crackin 'WOL ? -I said run nigga run
But we just peeled the slob on the corner of my street
When me and ??? we blewed that slob in her jeep
And he said Cuzz, I realise we got some muthafuccin playa hatas
They hate me most 'cause they some fuccin baby gangsta hatas
I got cuzzins, I'm blewin relatives in half
And we kill family if (?) wanna kick my ass
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 shit's supposed to C
Cock my Glock, kay's up to 2pac, slob feel me
(Chorus)
(G Bone)
I'm givin up the C to these muthafuccin snoops
Slobs catchin the blues when a nigga dippin through
Hand on my heat, pullin the trigger with the quickness
Slobs feelin the muthafuccin wrath of my Cripness
Crippin to the fullest 'cause nigga buck slobs, buck all slobs
Nigga I'm a muthafuccin Crip straight slob killa
Showin these muthafuccin slobs no love
These muthafuccin slobs are gonna be chokin on they own blood
Cause I'm fillin 'em up with this muthafuccin hot lead
Slob niggas are slob bitches track and puttin them mathafuccin red smoked out
A loccin nigga crippin is all a nigga know
Dumpin these muthafuccin slobs with my chrome .44
My nigga Face is killin up shit, slob niggas feelin the pain
Gangsta raw, makin 'em stain, drivin these slob niggas insane
Slobs can't hang
I tought you know the Bone is on my Crip job
South Side Atlantic Drive Crip Ride nigga fucc slob
(Chorus)
(AWOL)
Slobs better believe in heedle Compton corners with Glocks
Cause I'll C bustin Elms a lot, yelling Cuzzins to see the Glock
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 bitch be laughin at me 'cause I'm a nut
AWOL C givin a fuck, you fuck with Kelly, you fuck up
Cause I'm not the nigga you thought I was, nigga from Kelly from Compton, Cuzz
Doin the shit like Oaklahoma, niggas was not knowin what it was
Blood killa, steady packin the heat
A Piru killa, leavin you slobs 6 feet deep, sleep
You besta catch Aids if you believe in magic
A AC poppin the trigger quick, leave the scenes tragic
Slobs better be thinkin about it, better be thinkin about they shit
Better be thinkin about they hood, thinkin about they slob bitch
If she frame to fuck up I hope she's wet enough
But if she's too fuccin dry, I'm a have to help her out and ran her up
(Chorus)

* Nigga this is South Side
The muthafuckin' A-Drive
Slob-ass niggas better recognize
Niggas need to C cool
Nigga fuck a die-'Ru
Nigga South Side A-Drive arrive
Crips rule
[SCARFACE]
Well it's the Compton motherfuckin' finest
Baby Gangsta Scarface lettin' Tec-9 split
I empty clips
On the Slob niggas caught slippin'
I'm set trippin'
Steady dippin', A-Drive crippin'
Comin' up missin' if you caught up ???
A Tec-9 with 2 clips fill a hollow rounds
Puttin' Slobs down
Havin' niggas screamin' Jesus
But nigga, Jesus
Couldn't even sees this
So nigga C up
Wouldn't wanna be a Loc
Cause you Slob nigga straight comin' up short
You get smoked like a motherfuckin' leaf, mack
Slob fools caught the blues laid on their back
[G-BONE]
7 in the row, Slobs Stranded On Death Row
You came up short, Murder Was The Case that he wrote
These young Loc's straight got the motherfuckin' bang on
And now these bitches
On the nuts they hang on
But Slob bitch
Kicks khakis cool
Cause the motherfuckin Bone ain't got no love for the 'Rus
These fools
These Slob bitches too needed to
That punk ?? MC Eiht said caps get peeled
So nigga feel
This slug
I'm pumpin' in ya
Slob killer straight to hell Loc I'm sendin' ya
So nigga remember B-K for life till I die
Nigger it's the A-motherfuckin'-Drive
The muthafuckin' A-Drive
Slob-ass niggas better recognize
[G-BONE]
Up to no motherfuckin' good it's on
Crippin' up out of the cut
It's that I know young baby gangsta Compton nut
Blue rag hangin' cause I'm bangin' for the two C's
And I wasn't on the streets for the truce meet
So fuck peace
Fuck them punk Slob niggas
Fuck them motherfuckin' [backward word]
The M-I-G-H-T-Y ??? nigga A-G's
Baby G-A-N-G-S-T-A G's
Loc'in up Slob niggas gettin' broken up
Trey Five Seven automatic Slobs smokin' up
Desert Eagle havin' Slob niggas meet their maker
Cause once I got it in my hands it's a life taker
Peace maker breakin' nigga fuck all my enemies
I wouldn't even spit a ?? like killin' me
Cause it's the A-G nigga Rip Ride A's up
That nigga Bone is a straight loc'd Compton nut
The muthafuckin' A-Drive
Slob-ass niggas better recognize
[G-BONE]
Slob niggas better recognize
That the Rips don't C givin' a fuck
We jumpin' out the backs of trucks
With K's up's
2-50 round clips tape tight
Hundred shots spread
Niggas spreadin' hundred slugs makin' Slobs drop
Niggas droppin' bitches, floppin' everybody's screamin' please
Slob niggas momas gettin' shot down at their knees
Nigga ain't no love, ain't no pity fuck that bullshit
Nigga I said fuck peace
This the A Drive Crip
Baby gangster Bone, Ace and Deuce nigga B.K.
I'm pullin' them motherfuckin' triggers Slob
Niggas ain't gettin' away
Atlantic ass ?? cause nigga this is how we do
??? the Ru's, ??? this
It's the blue side
Trues I rips a Slob, niggas slip die loc
Cause the life that you live
Ain't naythin' but a damn joke
Yes smoked cause you Slob niggas wasn't payin' attention
So you motherfuckin' Slobs keep on slippin'
Yeah nigga
South Atlantic Drive Compton motherfuckin' Crip in the house
Gangsta Bone, Young Face, that nigga Big Bun, nigga don't panic

(SIX 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 shit that's real known for killin' 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 nigga 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
Niggas 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 motherfuckin' face
I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates
Slobs keep on slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
(AWOL & TROUBLE LOC)
Awol got a down Crip bitch
Trouble Loc
Down for the Crip shit
I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough
If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up
I only stay K's up
Cause my nigga's from the K
But this is West/Side motherfuckin' P.B.H.
Killin' Slob-ass bitches and crackers
Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us
Fuck the world
All niggas gotta watch their back
Cause nine times outta ten
I'm peelin' these niggas 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
Fuck the Slob I'm a motherfuckin' Compton nut
Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin'
We stay set trippin'
On them Slobs that's slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
(TROLL)
Undercover Slob ain't shit, 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 bitch and that's real, you can feel me?
Diru's talk shit but can't get with it or killed it
Motherfuckin' Loc
You knows I packs a 44 so step
When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a nigga and doin' dirt
So I makes it my job to flag my rag
And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob
Cuz they should've told ya
About the young Trollster
Quick to start shit, run up bitch and I'ma smoke ya
Fuck ya, it's on and I'm reachin' for my chrome
Blowin'? and? with lead at your motherfuckin' dome
Kelly Crippin' always shippin' when I'm dippin'
Fingers itchy as fuck and catch this Slob slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
(K-TONE)
You hard, you hang but you change
When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don't bang, nigga
You flag and sag like it's all good
You lil' bitch 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 fuck 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 fuck a? from the fame of the video
We can handle 'em when we get up out the studio
I got the gat cocked when I'm dippin'
Because I'm straight Crippin'
So you Slobs keep on...
Slobs keep on slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
(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, motherfucker
From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down
Set trip if you want to but you can't fuck 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 ass 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 ass 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' killers and hustlers
Leave this shit to these G's and leave this shit to us Locs
Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked
I got my .9 both cocked and my finger on the trigger
So all y'all Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to these real niggas
See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper
Ain't no one is tellin' fuck Slobs nigga
This is anybody killer

[BRONCOE]
I'm casted out, casted up Loc, locked down I'm a menace
I gives it up, I give a fuck, a Loc for life cause I'm with it
I see fresh, dressed - like a million bucks
I am the lowest rip rider in the navy blue Chucks
Not the low top type cause they slip and they slide
With the high tops for gangstas with the Stars on the side
I'm buckin' off-brands, all Slobs, bitches and tricks
And I'm from Eastside Fushed Town Mafia Crip
WATTS UP to my homies on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line
I rob for C side, death to my enemy
Mission to make a mill and chill with my bigger G's
[BIG FREEZE]
I got a heat for you Slob niggas slippin'
Set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cause I'm crippin
See a Slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban
Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him
Ain't no mercy or grace
Put him in his place
Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face
Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride
Another Swayhook slippin another straight just died
I ain't lying when I say you see me dumpin
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some' (...on that Eastside)
[TWIN LOC]
The A.G.C's straight rollin on that Eastside, right
Where gangstas like to ride and do a homicide
I catch a Slob slippin, I break his fuckin neck
And puttin these busta punk niggas straight in check
Talkin 'bout you's a gangsta, nigga you's a busta
Runnin Slobs over, nigga you can't trust a
Nigga from the A-V-A-L-O-N-G-E-S-T-A
And I'ma spray when I have to
Busta, I case you out the hood
Because you know the OG Cell is straight up to no good
Would you try to test me and get straight dog
Cause I'll be rollin muthafuckas like lumberjacks roll logs
Peep the real crippin'
Back in '69 you young rookies
Don't know shit about your melon and big tookie
Doing dips in green metals
I'm that little bitty fellow
Runnnin around while my niggas bustin caps
Hello, recognize nigga when the gangstas comin through
Dressed in blue
And we did it just for you
Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf
And I'll be tossin niggas like a muthafucking nerf
And I'm out
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz...
[SCARFACE & G-BONE]
Don't panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth
I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin South
Never slippin steady dippin that's the way that we're creepin
Buck a Slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin
Gangsta Bone jumped out with the Gauge point blank ?? said
Nigga fuck Slob, this the AD gang
Slob niggas should have known that the Bone is a killer
South Atlantic Drive Compton Crip, fuck them Slob niggas
Nationwide Rip Ride, nigga this the double S
Young gangsta Bone, B.G. Face puttin' Slobs to rest
Nigga this is Crip so what's poppin' with that B.K.
Like I said last time every dog has its day
Slobs keep slippin' when I'm dippin' comin up short
Smoke like a muthafucker 9 for the ???
Nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside
Straight crip face Nationwide nigga Rip Ride
[AWOL]
Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc
So I can miss to smoke ?Palmer joke?
Fuck a Slob from Cedar
I'm on Alameda
On my way to Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter
A Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me
187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B-K
K-P-B-G, fuck a Slob
AK 47 on the Lollypop Mob, Loc
I'm Kelly Crip with my homies from the N gang
Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane
The 47 still giving it up
And fuck a Slob, I'm a muthafuckin Compton Nut
[KOOLAY]
I represent that Eastside Rip, don't even trip
When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip
Fool ain't no stoppin when I'm out there wig shoppin'
Movin' down Slobs from Inglewood to Compton
Quick to pop up on deck with a Tec
Spot a Slob and try my best to take off his neck
They should've told you about this Locsta
Out there bangin, with killers and sherm smokers
I'm claimin' F till I'm finally put to rest
And till then I'm bringing nothing but total death
Koolay Big G from the F.C.
Watts Franklin Crip till they bury me
[CIXX PAC]
The Eastside is where I ride, fool is get that straight
F.C.G. till I reach them Golden Gates
Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya
Runnin from C-I-X and I'ma fold ya
So think twice if your movin through my N-Hood
Niggaz see deep and them Squares up to no good
Watts the city of Tombstone, the evil side
Same fool slippin is the same fool just died
So remember what goes on in them tombstone
You ain't got your chrome you best stay at home
It ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise
You better recognize, Nationwide Rip Ride
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz...
Carip! Carip! Carip!
Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside