| Genuine Draft with the Gat
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| Can you see the Slob slippin’as I aim for the heart by connect with the level
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| That I’ma bust to this nigga now he’s slippin'
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| Two to the head now if he? |
| toiled? |
| like a Simpson
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| Now them Snoops from them switch block
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| ?? |
| with the Slobs on the muthafuckin’Crip track
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| I don’t know but he feels me when laughter
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| So peep this Crip shit for this bitch line Slob-ass nigga
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| Fuck all these Crab niggas
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| Guess what, guess who, Crab killa’s back
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| The AK-47 mix with the maniac
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| A nigga with a problem
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| A nigga ain’t back tight
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| So I’ll be rollin’on these Crab niggas everynight
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| Crip, Crip, Crip, buck buck, time to go off
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| Crabs got throw off niggas to get hauled off
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| Crab got lived it out, mixed out or ship it out
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| Tec-9 bullets for the hoes is still spittin’out
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| Well if I’m not killin’a Snoop
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| I’m runnin’from the police
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| I’m at the spot just hangin’with the homies
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| Ain’t no ?? |
| where the Kelly is down for
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| When I’m hangin’on 3−8 double O A homicide when a nigga ride
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| Ain’t naythin’good about shit with dip out
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| I kill a punk for the color is wearing
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| And kill his bitch cause keep on staring
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| I throw low blows in elbows on low-lows ?? |
| tight shit
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| That nigga Red Rag wreck it straight
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| C-sick flavor like the rest of my peer
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| I’m a magician and you punk Crab bitches are my trick
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| You Sissy muthafuckas stay heat out your ??
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| You wild up like the Ten Deuce Rice Cryspis
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| Kelly Park stay in Compton
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| Cause see you was a clip water
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| Slay stay down lookin'??
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| Fuck it, it’s time to catch your hands up Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob mouth with one shot
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| Blowin’them brains out and watch this shatter
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| Is splatter on the concrete
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| Another Slob
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| Added to my murder beat, I’m Blue Rag
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| A Crip for life fool
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| Bangin’On Wax with a Charles Manson attitude
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| In 1975
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| A nigga was raised on the streets of Watts to survive
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| Where I live it was nuthin’but a living hell
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| So at the age of nine I rebel
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| I was growin’up my mom was solo
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| But Crabs? |
| of piece?
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| Out of niggas don’t give a fuck
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| Rollin’with the street gang knockin’out Crabs
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| Cause it’s an everyday muthafuckin’thang
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| Sin Loc — quick to put one in your forehead
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| Shootin’every muthafucka that I catch wearing red
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| It’s only must ain’t stoppin’this
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| I gotta do it on wax
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| So I can put the caps in it And if you wanna knock the mind frame ???
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| Sin Loc’ll have put a slug in your forehead
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| And for the hood I’ma still keep stompin'
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| East Sider C Cuz, this is Compton
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| Four Crabs down and you know as soon to go Niggas gotta dump so I shoot 'em at the funeral
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| I don’t give a damn about another nigga’s life
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| I roll by and squeeze on a fuckin’trigga type
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| People started to fall up a bitch’s calling for the One-Time
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| Aimin’from his momma he better walk the chalk line
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| And I’m servin’Crips to rest like a hoe cell
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| Flue-ass fools are goin’down to a red hell |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bangin on Wax , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin on Wax, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп