| What’s that? |
| A little funky shit
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| Ah, yeah
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| Oh yeah, check it out
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| Ah yeah
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| I’m comin' straight from the Five nigga
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| A young nigga is? |
| live? |
| I’m high
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| Till this present meaning I’m fucked that I showed up Strapped with the 44, niggas know I got mine
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| Stretch with a Gauge, Polly-B with the Tec-9
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| Not to long ago Crabs try to test us Talkin' that dumb shit tryin' to get the best of us But when I ain’t havin' it Not takin' that bullshit
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| Cause you’ll get a 44 bullet on your shiznit
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| It’s not first time, won’t be the last time
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| Niggas all on mine cause I’m from the Five-Line
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| I’m gonna roll cause nigga it’s my time
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| Peace to the homies from the Four and the Duece-Nine
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| So motherfuckers give me my props
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| And if you don’t
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| My .9 is gon' pop-pop
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| Leavin' suckers flat back on their ass, G It’s in hells where I’m livin' if you ask me I give a fuck my nigga about dissin' them
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| Cause already I’m a product of the system
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| Bickin' it back being bool
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| Yeah, that’s what my homie said
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| Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a C-K
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| That’s a U-turn now we on Bradfield
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| Hope you ain’t a Crab
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| That wants to get his cap peeled
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| Bloody Mary as you know
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| Is a Blood lover
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| Cause Crip gangs too busy killin' up each other
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| Throwin' up the B, C-K
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| About to bail
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| Water snakes givin' up this Crabby-ass smell
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| Really — silly — busta, no jokin'
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| Play with Piru and get your fuckin' jaw broken
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| Pump your brakes fool, true flue I ain’t havin' it Look at the true 'Ru sportin' a Bulls jacket
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| Bloody Mary is on the mic and I’m flamed up Redrum murder you before you came up When you bee me in red
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| Tell me: «what's up Blood?»
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| Don’t even trip or slip dumb Crip
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| For 'Rus I got love
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| «Hey, hey Stretch, Blood…
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| C’mon, c’mon to? |
| Marvins? |
| to put in some work on these Crabs over here in Piru
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| Hey, fuck them niggas, what about the Kelly Park-ass niggas?
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| Oh yeah, right
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| We get their punk-ass too
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| Yeah, hey baby check this out, you roll
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| I’m servin' the motherfuckers "
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| Check this out, Kiki Loco
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| Bangin' ain’t joke so let me laugh
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| You sounded like a bitch with your non rappin' ass
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| I saw you wearin that dirty clothes to match your dirty hood
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| And fuck that Filthy Bag who claimin' Lynwood
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| Yeah, Greedy-G
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| You sounded like a ?? |
| geek
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| Your sorry mumble mouth motherfucker off-beat
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| Let me say I wreck shop like cops and wreckin' niggas up
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| I’m rubbin' your girl, the pussy is good but she’s a fat slut
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| Yep, it’s all been Harlem, like you said
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| Yeah, the Brims and the Twenties leave a nigga dead
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| Wearin them — bhakis red low and burgundy Chucks
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| And if I catch you slippin' in my hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up By your true 'Ru nigga named C-K
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| Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
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| And I can’t stand Rickets cause they’re scary
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| They could take a hairy dick and lick Bloody Mary
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| The Penalty for killin I’ll pay the cost
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| I’mma ride C-K till the wheels fall off
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| You 'Hard Time Bustas' what the fuckin' you work?
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| Niggas call you 'Nappy Heads' while I zip on my sweatshirt
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| I got .9 holes to lay 'Tramps' on my sacks
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| I play the 'Cheese Toast', 'Bubble Gum' in my backpack
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| Ain’t no way out when your casket is closed
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| You’re gettin' rolled on by a Crenshaw Mafioso
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| I hate to being bothered cause you? |
| snitchin' for deep?
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| Ripping 'Snot Guns' in half cause I got big beef
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| Keep ridin' and duckin' and hidin' from the Four
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| Down to, down to, down to catch ho When I catch you slippin' here’s your reminder
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| Red Rag is a C-K Rider
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| «Damn, damn, them fools got served
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| And we served them motherfuckers (Blood Gang — Blood Gang)
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| Fuck that motherfuckin' ?? |
| a.k.a. fuck ???
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| Fuck the Crabs, I know I got beef to a tramp hood motherfuckers
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| WEST/SIDE INGLEWOOD AVENUE PIRU GANG, hood
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| AVENUE PIRU EAST/SIDE-motherfuckin'-BOUNTY HUNTERS (Fuck Crabs)
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| WEIRDOS GANGSTA BLOOD
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| ATHENS motherfuckin' PARK
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| Mad Loko, Big Wack motherfucker (right)
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| My motherfuckin' nigga Jugghead (right)
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| My motherfuckin' homeboy Big Dee from EAST/SIDE ?? |
| motherfuckin' ELM
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| (All the time)
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| Rowdy motherfuckin' Lok
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| Yeah, we in this motherfuckin' G-Ride (Blood Gang)
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| Spook Dogg, my nigga Nutt (Blood Gang)
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| All you gangsta-ass niggas
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| My homeboy Rampage
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| My homeboy Lil' motherfuckin' Pac
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| Lil' motherfuckin' Bolo, big brother Stretch Dogg, what up fool?!
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| You niggas is real mothefuckin' gangstas
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| And we ain’t FUCKIN with these Crab niggas in the Nine-Tramp
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| Yeah, we buckin' their ass out
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| Yeah
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| I gotta give a whole shot-outs to them motherfuckin' BOMPTON PIRU niggas
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| My homeboy mothefuckin' Tom Bomb… » |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C-K Ride , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin on Wax, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп