Текст песни Crips - Throw the C`s in the Air
Crips - Throw the C`s in the Air слова песни
[TWIN LOC]YeahEast Side Avalon 45 Crip (CaRIP!)88, 11-6, you know what I`m sayin` (right Cuz)And we doin` like that you know what I mean (yeah)B-K (yeah)Slob Killer (Slob!)Fuck SwayYou see me thoughOr do you hear me thoughWe about to break it off like thisLoc`d out[TWIN LOC]Loc`d out in the brain from that motherfuckin` A gangI bang with the down and remain for that money manTo jack me a slug, pull the trigger, blow his brains outA tisket, a tasket, closed casket is wanna I`m talkin` aboutI blast a Slob, leave him wealin` in a wheelchairI really don`t give a fuckI really don`t fuck and careCrip in meI take Slobs like catsGivin` up Avalon, beat them down with batsCheck my tatts on backarm, forearms and neck40 A.G.C. is what you getIt`s the shitI bust on Slobs on the regularFuck penicillin `cause they need to get rid of thatPeriod collar busta I put that on the landMy homies beated down your homies with they bareheadA.G.C. enemies catch the bluesAnd I wouldn`t wanna walk in no Slob shoes[TWIN LOC]East/Side Avalon nigga simply don`t careSo if your ass straight crippin` throw them C`s in the airIf you really wanna ride on the gangsta tipRecognize that it`s Avalon Crip[TWIN LOC]Chitty-chitty-bang-bang, Avalon Crip GangDo this to the fullest `cause I do this shit everydayTo spray this slug quick in a hurryPop-Pop to your dome now your mama gots to buryAnother bitch-ass SlobThat`s I`m singin`Let me catch one of your bitch-ass niggas I`m straight sprayin`Stayin` - down, A`s up to my homiesEspecially to my niggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky TonyAnd all my soldiers in the motherfuckin` systemAin`t havin` no bitch-ass Slob tryin` to dis themWe in it to win it loc`d out Crips strong and when I dieI walk Crippin` graved in my tombstoneRealize a loc`d out real fuckin` riderWith real gangsta lyrics stickin` like a screwdriver, I provide aStrap for my homies if you willin for a Slob massacreAnother Avalon killin` Cuz[TWIN LOC]East/Side Avalon nigga simply don`t careSo if your ass straight crippin` throw them C`s in the airNow if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tipRecognize that it`s Avalon Crip[TWIN LOC]Shot outs to my riders from the motherfuckin` A (that`s right)1-16, 88, 45, Trey (for life Cuz)G.A., G-Mike, Skill Bill and that`s realAnd my nigga K-Fly just love to killJeff O., Scrappa, Joe Cool, Boo and CiscoAnd I can`t forget about Snoop and Baby NosePoppin` O, Big Thinkin`, Fifty and DoubleBe puttin` this Crippin` takin` to the whole other levelBig Figure - givin` up to the 88 streetAnd leavin` busta down to the concrete[TWIN LOC]East/Side Avalon nigga simply don`t careSo if your ass straight crippin` throw them C`s in the airNow if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tipRecognize that it`s Avalon Crip...[TWIN LOC]I thought you knew, motherfuckers (that`s right)That`s how the Avalon do itY`all better recognizeDwellin` on the evil-ass East/SideYou know what I`m sayin`Shout outs to the TwinBig Leaf, Big ReefJ-Love, Runnin` too(CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! - fuck them Slobs...)You know I`m sayin`Criminal, HumptieSam, Smile, I hear yaBig Spank, you know what I`m sayin`What`s up baby?!To all the homies Rest In PeaceCrazy Raggy you know what I`m sayin`Ice MikeJoker, Hearse, HoodEspeciallyG-Jake and my brother A-BoneA`s upSee you when I get there, babyAnybody...