Lyrics Piru Love - Bloods & Crips

Piru Love

What’s happ’nin’Bloooood?
Oh baby, oh baby
I say-ay-ay-y-y-y-y
Piruuuu Loooove, babyyyyy
Baby-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
Piruuuu Looooove
Piru Looove
Babyyyyy
Now in the Bity of Bompton
LIME HOOD is down with the?
Bomp?
HOLLY HOOD and CROSS ATLANTIC off of Bompton Boulevard
Every town has an ELM STREET but not a Freddy Krueger
Don’t get caught
In the JUNGLE’s or a Park called LUEDERS
On Rosecrans pass Oleander at the light
TREE TOP is to the left, FRUIT TOWN is on the right
One by one the WESTSIDE PIRUs slay past dark
And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK
HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS’ll call ya number
ROLLIN'30's and 20's OUTLAWS, SIXX DEUCE BRIMS will put you under
CABBAGE PATCH, CENTER PARK, HARVARD PARK, ATHENS PARK too
SCOTTSDALE, NEIGHBORHOOD, HAWTHORNE, WATERFRONT, all Pirus
L.A. DENVER LANES, there’s mo’in Pasadena
AVENUES, BLOOD STONE, INGLEWOOD FAMILY
The PUEBLOS, BLOOD STONE VILLIANS, BLACK P. STONE
CIRCLE CITY and EASTSIDE BISHOPS got it goin’on
With the?
Ingies?
QUEEN STREET, V.N.G's ain’t no stoppin'`em
VILLAGE TOWN, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA
BE-BOP WATTS, CITY STONES and the SKYLINES
Don’t say Cuz 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time
Piruuuuu Loooove
Westsiiiiiide
Babyyyyyy
Piruuuu
Piruuuuu Loooove
Bompton Piruuuuuu
Babyyyyyy
Now — the settin is in the muthafuckin’oneway
Niggas banged up, meetin’up on a Sunday
Run across the street just to get some brews and shit
Well, what do you know?
A nigga slippin’wearin’flue and shit
It’s on, I take the flag out my pocket, then
Wrap it around my knuckles make a fist
And lock it Deposit a blow to the jaw as I bank him
Break a phoney on top of the counter then I shank him
Leave him layin’in the color he hates the most
But it don’t matter now
Cause he’s a gangbangin’ghost
Crab is the meat on my menu
Piru is the gang
Hell, I was been through
But I’m a soldier to the very end
I hate Crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I slip clips in the automatics
Niggas wanna roll through
No, I ain’t havin’it
The homies are down and the girls are obedient
Crabs ain’t nathin’but gumbo ingredients
Steadily gettin’dip addin’dogs to the roster
What d’you call a ugly Crip?
What?
A c-monster
Piru is Crip in reverse, put the C’s on his back
Your egg shell-lobster lie-ass face is gonna crack
Crip: beware of the truth, the gitty-gitty Glock tick-tock
Crabs I stop Piru, yo Your momma can suck a dogs dick and die, chicken
Little Crab scared of the red apples fallin’from the sky
D-Rock and Eightball E-Ricket Blood was shed
Another Crab nigga dead
Oh muthafuckin’well punk bitches
Come over to my place
I take
You on little trip, it Starts with the R Ends with E-P* *IT MEANS R.I.P*
The riverbed you be lookin’up at me Crab-ass ho’s
They get the fuckin’middle
Niggas think its a joke
It ain’t no muthafuckin’riddle
You rat pack or get packed right in a box, sent to Your dead homies, momma right down to the block
Niggas felt like they hard and then they gon’try check me I finna let your ass know
You need to respect me Cause although you ain’t sayin’shit
You gettin’on my nerves
Fluster-ass flue-wearin'niggas gettin’served
Piruuuuuu Loooooove, baaabyyyy
(Piru Looo-o-ove)
Piruuuuuuu Looooove, baaaabyyyyy
(Yee-e-e-aaah)
Piruuuuuuuu Loooooove, babyyyy
(…I'm gonna be a Piru)
Piruuuuuuuuuuuu Looooooove, babyyyyy
(Piru Loo-o-ove, baby)
Back on the set after being locked down
Crabs locked down and I love the way a Glock sounds
Clownin’muthafuckas like checkers
And I be puttin’niggas to sleep so they will respect us (ohh yeah)
I got a vision in my head and you’re a dead man
When I roll in a stole red minivan
I’m on a mission through the muthafuckin’East Side
Inglewood against Compton, a C-K Ride
I glide throught the park in the dark with my gun out
Bickin’back being bool* in a little ???
out *KICKIN'BACK BEING COOL*
Wait for the moment to serve 'em
What the muthafuckas don’t know
Just might hurt `em
I cocked back the goddamn hammer
And aim
Directly for the fool who talkin’shit up in the slammer
I guess he thought that I forgot but no I didn’t for the one that caught the slug — good ridance
And if you wanna run for the trees
I’ma stop all that
By shooting for the knees
Redrum is Audi 5OOO G Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93
Piruuuu Loooove Babyyyyyy…
Piru Loo-o-ove
I said Piru Love
Rest In Peace to the homie Killa Wack
To lil’homie Kay Ron
O.G.
Tookie, Iceberg, we love y’all
Westside Avenue Piru
To Lil’homie from Eastside Bounty Hunter Watts
Lil’Jay
Lil’Fang Fang
Denver
T.I.
Mafias In Peace
My homegirl Jackie
Big Pizzarro
Sneak
Stacy Lok