Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Every Dog Has His Day, artist - Bloods & Crips. Album song Bangin' on Wax 2…the Saga Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dangerous
Song language: English
Every Dog Has His Day |
I wanna kill a Slob it’s the fifth of the month |
Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front |
Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass |
Black Glock in my hand just in case I gotta blast, see |
You get gaffled like a bitch if you chin check |
The A-K 47 put him on his back |
Broke him down to his muthafuckin’mainframe |
Dropped top forehead lookin’at that Slob’s brain |
Make a Slob break out in a sweat |
Cause I’m a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin’threat |
B.G. |
niggas do it the most, I got my A-K |
Ready and steady servin’Slobs problems Loc |
How in the fuck can I mix with the Inglewood?! |
I only got love for ?? |
of my own hood |
Killin’when I’m rollin’with my niggas |
Not just any niggas but them killa Slob niggas |
Fuckin’with a Kelly Park Crip now you know |
I give a Slob a home on parole when bullets roll |
Ain’t no more steppin’through the ??? |
creepin’through the fog |
I’m a muthafuckin’Loc sayin’fuck all Dogs |
Every Dog has his day, every Dog has his day… |
(I'm a Dog killa, I’m a Dog killa, I’m a B-Dog killa) |
Slobs better kick at and pay a fuckin’attention |
I’m crippin’through your hood on a Slob killin’mission |
Strap on my lap all ready for the K’s up ??? |
To the other side I’m makin’Slob drop |
Raise out the window pull the trigga and I blast |
Pumps some of that lead in a Slob nigga ass |
The nigga rolled over and I shot him in the fuckin’jaw |
Hollow shells in my shit, blew his shit the fucked off |
Mr. gang bang muthafucka boogie bitch |
Slob nigga don’t slip cause I’ma cock the set trip |
Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy nigga |
Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member |
I’m a straight muthafuckin’Brim murderer |
None that peace makin’nigga, a bullet stone cold killa |
A nigga called Bone that’s a muthafuckin’hog |
A loc’d out Crip B-K nigga fuck the Dog! |
Shiiiit |
Now I’m a menace from the past kickin’hoo-ride best |
Tons of blue rag in their dice game and watch 'em catch whiplash |
Damn flood who did it and I’ma bank him |
And while I’m blastin’I’m yellin’out FRANKLIN! |
See I’m a soldier thought I done told ya And everytime you slip |
I’ma peel up fool |
You Snoops think they slick |
Tryin’to creep |
Through the park |
But the nigga Six Pac ??? |
like tiger sharks |
They sniff a mack |
Then roll 'em up like that bomb |
?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam? |
Leavin’a killa dead bodies nigga dressed in red |
But that’s O-K a muthafucka look better dead |
CAlifornia Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger |
Watts Franklin Crip O.G. |
gangbanger |
A 44 Mag to the dome when I take 'em home |
Boom-boom on the corner another Slob is gone |
Look who you stuck with |
A Kelly you don’t wanna fuck with |
So Slobs duck quick cause I’m fits to fuck up shit |
And it’s a must I kill D-O-G's |
Dead rags gettin’served tryin’to fuck with these |
Two C’s |
Puttin''em on their goddamn backs |
Slob fools throw back when I’m packin’a Gat |
Set trippin’if you caught |
In your colors dead shirt |
Dead pants leaves a dead muthafucka |
So all Snoops better bang repercussion |
Tuck your rags in or get killed tryin’to floss it Sportin’that bullshit |
I’ll get your card pulled quick |
Test me if you will but I’m pass 'em with full clips |
And |
Another die 'Ru lies restin’in pieces |
Put my Gat to his mouth and made his bitch ass see it So when you see a B.G. |
Dropped down and preyed |
Cause every muthafuckin’Dog is fits to have his day |
Crips bustin’shots from Glocks to Slobs steady droppin' |
Killin’off all Slobs cause see Cuz it ain’t no peace poppin' |
Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster |
Crip 4 live |
Do or die |
And for death MUTHAFUCKA! |
Servin’you Slobs on a day to day basis |
Can’t floss or real boss so what’s up with your bitch trick? |
Down with the Franklin Flush Front from murder skills nigga |
Off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that kills |
As I snatch the trigga of the Tec or A-K |
As I spray |
Cause all dogs have a day |
To die you know why punk fool this is Crip |
Give it up What they have like bow down to the set trip |
From sun up — to sun down |
From Franklin — to Flush town |
Should’ve been a Crip cause Slob niggas get beated down |
This is the life of a loc’d out slanger |
Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber |
So hip hip a muthafuckin’raid |
I’m so takin’fuck peace makin’every Dog will have his day |