Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nationwide Rip Ridaz, artist - Bloods & Crips. Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nationwide Rip Ridaz |
| I’m casted out, casted up Loc, locked down I’m a menace |
| I gives it up, I give a fuck, a Loc for life cause I’m with it I see fresh, dressed — like a million bucks |
| I am the lowest rip rider in the navy blue Chucks |
| Not the low top type cause they slip and they slide |
| With the high tops for gangstas with the Stars on the side |
| I’m buckin’off-brands, all Slobs, bitches and tricks |
| And I’m from Eastside Fushed Town Mafia Crip |
| WATTS UP to my homies on the 10 and the 5 |
| In the cut on the street gettin’paid on the front line |
| I rob for C side, death to my enemy |
| Mission to make a mill and chill with my bigger G’s |
| I got a heat for you Slob niggas slippin' |
| Set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cause I’m crippin |
| See a Slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban |
| Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him |
| Ain’t no mercy or grace |
| Put him in his place |
| Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face |
| Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride |
| Another Swayhook slippin another straight just died |
| I ain’t lying when I say you see me dumpin |
| Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some'(…on that Eastside) |
| The A.G.C's straight rollin on that Eastside, right |
| Where gangstas like to ride and do a homicide |
| I catch a Slob slippin, I break his fuckin neck |
| And puttin these busta punk niggas straight in check |
| Talkin 'bout you’s a gangsta, nigga you’s a busta |
| Runnin Slobs over, nigga you can’t trust a Nigga from the A-V-A-L-O-N-G-E-S-T-A |
| And I’ma spray when I have to Busta, I case you out the hood |
| Because you know the OG ?? |
| straight up to no good |
| Would you try to test me and get straight dog |
| Cause I’ll be rollin muthafuckas like lumberjacks roll logs |
| Peep the real crippin' |
| Back in '69 you young rookies |
| Don’t know shit about your melon and big cookie |
| Doing dips in green metals |
| I’m that little bitty fellow |
| Runnnin around while my niggas bustin caps |
| Hello, recognize nigga when the gangstas comin through |
| Dressed in blue |
| And we did it just for you |
| Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf |
| And I’ll be tossin niggas like a muthafucking ?? |
| And I’m out |
| Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz… |
| Don’t panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth |
| I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin South |
| Never slippin steady dippin that’s the way that we’re creepin |
| Buck a Slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin |
| Gangsta Bone jumped out with the Gauge point blank ?? |
| said |
| Nigga fuck Slob, this the AD gang |
| Slob niggas should have known that the Bone is a killer |
| South Atlantic Drive Compton Crip, fuck them Slob niggas |
| Nationwide Rip Ride, nigga this the double S Young gangsta Bone, B.G. |
| Face puttin’Slobs to rest |
| Nigga this is Crip so what’s poppin’with that B.K. |
| Like I said last time every dog has its day |
| Slobs keep slippin’when I’m dippin’comin up short |
| Smoke like a muthafucker 9 for the ??? |
| Nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside |
| Straight crip face Nationwide nigga Rip Ride |
| Puttin it down ain’t a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc |
| So I can miss to smoke? |
| Palmer joke? |
| Fuck a Slob from Cedar |
| I’m on Alameda |
| On my way to Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter |
| A Hoo-Ride ain’t shit to me 187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B-K |
| K-P-B-G, fuck a Slob |
| AK 47 on the Lollypop Mob, Loc |
| I’m Kelly Crip with my homies from the N gang |
| Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane |
| The 47 still giving it up And fuck a Slob, I’m a muthafuckin Compton Nut |
| I represent that Eastside Rip, don’t even trip |
| When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip |
| Fool ain’t no stoppin when I’m out there wig shoppin' |
| Movin’down Slobs from Inglewood to Compton |
| Quick to pop up on deck with a Tec |
| Spot a Slob and try my best to take off his neck |
| They should’ve told you about this Locsta |
| Out there bangin, with killers and sherm smokers |
| I’m claimin’F till I’m finally put to rest |
| And till then I’m bringing nothing but total death |
| Koolay Big G from the F.C. |
| Watts Franklin Crip till they bury me The Eastside is where I ride, fool is get that straight |
| F.C.G. |
| till I reach them Golden Gates |
| Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya Runnin from C-I-X and I’ma fold ya So think twice if your movin through my N-Hood |
| Niggaz see deep and them Squares up to no good |
| Watts the city of Tombstone, the evil side |
| Same fool slippin is the same fool just died |
| So remember what goes on in them tombstone |
| You ain’t got your chrome you best stay at home |
| It ain’t no joking around it ain’t no suprise |
| You better recognize, Nationwide Rip Ride |
| Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz… |
| Carip! |
| Carip! |
| Carip! |
| Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside |