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)  (typed by: nemesi_@libero.it)