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Текст песни Bloods and Crips - Slobs Keep on Slippin`

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[SIX PAC]Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to meStep with a Mac-11 rollin` too wise`bout Tec-9`s and double up buckshotsType of shit that`s real known for killin` a copNow what`s the flex the F flag, true rag?THE BLUE RAG!Lookin` at the newsANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAGCrippin` like I crept in the cutBy caught - slippin`Now he six feet deepAnd a nigga with himFool it`s Crip for life I thought you knewI guess by night you know my heart pump blueNow as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil SideNiggas with them F`s in the end chin Crip or DieAin`t no escapin` when you enter the Franklin SquareYou call it help fool we`ll call it true or dareSo remember my name and my motherfuckin` faceI throw a raid on your house like Darryl GatesSlobs keep on slippin`Slobs keep on slippin`[AWOL & TROUBLE LOC]Awol got a down Crip bitchTrouble LocDown for the Crip shitI caught a few Slobs so I think it`s enoughIf you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs upI only stay K`s upCause my nigga`s from the KBut this is West/Side motherfuckin` P.B.H.Killin` Slob-ass bitches and crackersQuick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack usFuck the worldAll niggas gotta watch their backCause nine times outta tenI`m peelin` these niggas capsGotta strap cause I feel like slainOn the East/SideM.S.B.K. foolThe 47 ain`t just givin` it upFuck the Slob I`m a motherfuckin` Compton nutStraight 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 CripI can`t stand them, I line `em up, back to backAnd I`ma cap them at randomLettin` the world C known, gettin` know for your hoeActin` like you a Snoop but runnin` high when in zoneYou`se a bitch and that`s real, you can feel me?Diru`s talk shit but can`t get with it or killed itMotherfuckin` LocYou knows I packs a 44 so stepWhen I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a nigga and doin` dirtSo I makes it my job to flag my ragAnd pack a strap so I can kill a SlobCuz they should`ve told yaAbout the young TrollsterQuick to start shit, run up bitch and I`ma smoke yaFuck ya, it`s on and I`m reachin` for my chromeBlowin` ?? and ?? with lead at your motherfuckin` domeKelly 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 changeWhen you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don`t bang, niggaYou flag and sag like it`s all goodYou lil` bitch you only bang in your own hoodYou seeWithout a pause I`m willin` to die for the causeNuthin` to see this scar when I buckJust watch this Slob fallHe shakin`, he fakin`, breakin` cause the job ain`t doneNow I`m wanted for a murder and I hit-and-runAs I`m runnin`I take a sip of the bottleMy name`s K-Tone and fuck the world is the mottoAs I`m tossin` my rag, they can`t stand itBecause they comin` up shortIn the land of the banditSo fuck a ?? from the fame of the videoWe can handle `em when we get up out the studioI 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 bustasGoin` on out of my hood, it`s all good, motherfuckerFrom the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the DownSet trip if you want to but you can`t fuck with the Fudge TownReppin` 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 activityBeanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milliIf you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I`m tear`in yaHope you got insurance cause your people finna bury yaBring the strap let the gats crackI caught another Slob in the hood I`m a loc so I did thatA tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I sprayI`m on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the `KCause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you ?slippin?Tryin` to play this game ??? playin` killers and hustlersLeave this shit to these G`s and leave this shit to us LocsCause if I catch you punkin` and gamble you for sure you get smokedI got my .9 both cocked and my finger on the triggerSo all y`all Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to these real niggasSee I`m the dust kicker, the set tripperAin`t no one is tellin` fuck Slobs niggaThis is anybody killerSlobs keep on slippin`...

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