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Текст песни Bloods and Crips - Gangsta Shit

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[BIG WY]YeahThat gangsta-ass shitY-GY muthafuckin` G`sWOOP! WOOP!Let these niggas know manThat`s right, niggaYo punk, what`s up fool?Lil` Dawg[LIL` HAWK]Now - I`m headed to the store, once again it`s onYou call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim JonesI need a fifthTo start off my muthafuckin` dayI`m feeling good as fuck and I`m almost my wayJust C-KThese - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-GYour number one Crab killas (that`s right)From the 4 to the Shaw even CenturyOn Figueroa we gotta sowed upRollin` with the D.O.B.Fuck Crabs cause nigga I blast from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska)And I ain`t fuckin` with no bustasOnly them Damu Ridin` C.K`in` motherfuckersAnd they ain`t show no mercy when they hoo-rideLeavin` no clues but a motherfuckin` homicideLil` Hawk Y-G quick to spreeAnd C-K you should`ve been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G`zee, foolAhahaha...[BRONCO]Motherfuck` a handshake, hugs and a peace treatyCause I`ll be damned if I`m caught slip `n slidin` with my fuckin` enemyNow it`s the time to leave the plan of the dotOpen your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later bopPaper this ass wax bangers the shit done hit the fan locsSquabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoesNigga choose your muthafuckin` weaponBrown this brass knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson - I`m guessin`That you would play the tough guy and think that you`re the shitBut I be comin` quick with hollow tips and extraclipFully and creep for the set trip cause I know this shit`s stompin`Snatch your heart outta your chestAnd we can watch you stop breathin`Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-rideEast Side Rip Ridaz it`s ever Denver on mine Fuck all Slobs Cuz, you die motherfucker[BATMAN]Six muthafuckas, 357 hollow point Magnum shellsClosed casket made this Crab mama yellPendleton, khakis, pig tailsAnd Stars on my feetMe and Puff had to wreckAnd my homie six ten his feetI creep ??? specialtyCause I`m a professionalGangbang is gangsterismI live my life in dangerous waysI go days without eatin` I`m steady sippin` on Night TrainC-K Rider killin` Crabs till I dieGangsta Mr. BatNiggas wonder why why I put it down on a muthafuckin` Crab niggaEast Side Swan Gangsta BackDown to pull the trigga comin` through the alley with a muthafuckin` A-KYeah, nigga - yellow tapeFuck CrabsFuck Crabs fuck Crabs fuck Crabs!Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what`s up Blood?Ninety Four - we out[SIX PAC]Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip, Crip, Crip or dieSnoops Rest In Peace, nigga you know whyMobbin` down the 3rd, flamed up - like a fire truckFace to face with death stuck shit outta luckNigga you just met a dark angelYou can say I walk my Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handleKidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin SquaresAnd let the homies take it for meNigga you like red so muchNow check this outTime to a chin broke ass on his head and mouthBut if it`s on then it`s on stick a smash to himAnd show the rest of his Slob homies how we do himFool I ain`t playin` for this 9-4 seasonEast Side F.C.G. nigga you know the reasonBlue rag hangin` out the blue dickiesMobbin` down the 3rd, got a Mausberg with meIt ain`t no secret how I`m smokin` a SnoopI take a trip to the 5th and give me a stick and let loose shitAnd now I figure like the king of the planetYou ain`t Crippin`, you slippin` about to meet my automaticYeah nigga fuck all Slobs, this is F for death[GREEN EYES]Now it`s a must that I bust on these Crabs quickMy muthafuckin` ??Straight bustin` out of the station wagon, never draggin`I gots to kickin` in outDown in a hole ??? and killin` every wearin` flue napWhat`s next?On my muthafuckin` menu I got to ?? some muthafuckin` CrabSo put a fuckin` cap intoThe hearse and stripesGreen Eyes ?? some mo`And I bend I catch you slippin`, bumpin`, steady dippin` on a `4And let me show you fuckin` Crabs hollow I can getI kill your whole family and your pregnant Crab bitch about to get birthTo a baby CrabNow that nigga shit outta luckThat`s why I murder the lil` fuckThis Bangin` On Wax DeuceFuck a truceBig Wy I`m high so pass the muthafuckin` gin and juiceWhile I slip the clip in it commence the set trippin`And smoke all these muthafuckin` Crabs that I catch slippin`Yeah fuck the Crabs, I got to say what`s up to the I-F-G gang[AWOL]I went to church for years but I only learned one thang goodsSo you can`t blame it on JesusCause I said love for the neighborhoodI got a Cuzzin from Elm and one from the MobI put that on my daddy, I`m a killer niggas, fuck SlobWhere you from Loc you don`t have to ask me?? in my tag so my K-P it ain`t shitI served Snoops on Cherry StreetAsiatic central ?? where the Compton`s meet foolI gangbang, hoo-bang, war-bangSee my name struck up on the 91 freewaySo all Slobs better hide tonightHide tonight cause the K gang`s hoo-ridin`On my side - East Side - your sideThem Slobs from the other side get off for fight, rightYou might run from a Kelly with heatCause the Slobs ain`t dead got to rest in peace, nigga

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