Bloods & Crips - G's & Loc's (Clean) | Текст песни

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[BATMAN]
I wake up in the morning pop the clip up the clip
I'm puttin' in work, smokin' a Crab like a bigarette
One more Crab have to die rickets wonder why
I sit back relax - in the cut - as his mama cry
His homies want some get back
But they can get a toe-tag and that's what you get
For takin' out your nasty flue rag
The bust - bust with the click
Now they call this true flue
I smoke the whole Crab crew
Your baby mamas too, and you
My name is evil Bat and I'm a rebel and a soldier
I'm sparkin' like some folders
E-Rickets like I told ya
I got you Crab Rickets on the tip of your toes
And you be all on my jock
Cause you be diggin' my flows
And D.J. Quik I took your beat
Now I'm lookin' for you
Wassup?!
To them Bloods and them Pirus
You Crabs just be talkin' I be spittin' that heat
Give it up for this Swan East Side M-S-B-G

[TROLL]
Slobs lie dead in the shelf full of .9 lead
17 shots to the face left the Snoop dead
Cause I never slipped fully clip for the drive-by
Lettin' off shots on the Crens watch these Snoops die
For me killin' slobs
As how I leave scars no holds barred
Known to be hard, pullin' cards, leavin' Snoops charred
Not to be messed with play with the step two
I trip by a girl cause I'm killin' Slob ho's too
So pull out your nuts Die'Ru cause it's jack time
Keep a Tec-9
This 44 will make you Slobs respect mine
Hard to the dome gets me ready for some action
Plus I sip on some 'gnac
Now I'm set to go blastin', packin'
An automatic Mac-10
With the Desert Eagle off safety to make more Slobs hate me
Gravely, cause ain't no comin' fake, see
All conversation is ended, when my arm is extended
And hand clenched around the pistol
The partners make clear like crystal
Kill a Slob and he get goes
Troll Loc with the 'K in the C-P-T
Forget a B-Dog you shuda beena a L-O-C

[LIL' HAWK]
Now, here I come again with the gangsta flow
As I break these crabs off, cuz they really don't know
That when they this to be, they got some comin' I'm dumpin'
And when I'm gone it, all the crabs be runnin'
But it no gettin away from the 47 K
When I spray this part 2 of that half of bloody day
I'm startin' to breakin them off, suck them proper
And never ever ever think that you can get with the hawkstas
The mafiosos it's jizzy so pizzy the rizzle
CMG, DLB and crabs gettin kizzle
Smoke 187, fool, I'm no joke
So don't even trip or your endo there goes
Who is it? Louisa.
Killer Mafia blood, is that crazy fool
And you know it's Lil Hawk
And when I roll, I guarantee to drop
And hittin that asshole with OG Crenshaw Mafia
Woop Woop, fool

[AWOL]
I made a mistake thought I was down with the Peach street
Over in Elm street, representin the K.P.
I can drink the Thunderbird until I get sick
But weed don't get me high enough so I smoke a sherm stick
Trip - a chick in red make a B.G. if
I disagree with the homies cause I ain't mackin' to no Slob trick
The wrong Kelly to chuckle with
To press your luck with
A Kelly you don't want to get stuck with
It's like a nightmare on Elm street when I creep
And lay them slobs down for the K.P.
Blue coat, blue beanie and blue Chucks
The 47 got the slob ass fool stuck
A flee-dog can't get with me
K's up, AWOL is a L-O double C


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