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