| Ay what up Loc? |
| Hey where you from homeboy?
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| Kelly Park Compton Crip
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| Ay well nigga this blood nigga! |
| (BOOM BOOM BOOM — BOOM)
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| (RED RAG)
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| How could a Crab go up against a Dog?
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| Dogs got paws and fag Crabs got claws
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| Picture no B-Dog niggas like bitches
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| And I’m that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches
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| Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse
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| The hog rock bottoms where the M gang hang out nigga
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| Nick nack paddy whack give a Crab a bone
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| Don’t give a shit 'bout a funeral home
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| Yeah I just love it when an E-Ricket falls
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| Fool, that’s the life of a B-Dog
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| (DOGG)
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| Downin' a Crab like a bottle of C-B
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| Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z
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| Throwin' up the C what the fuck you sign?!
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| Puffin' on a blunt goin' outta my mind
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| The O-G Dog is rollin' Rickets like a Cutlass
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| I’ll put one in your ass
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| And leave your body butless
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| Welcome to the C-K rag set
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| Showin' a Crab like Awol no pity
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| No skilled bitch soundin' like Dr. Seus
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| A-W-O-L a wolf on the loose
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| Should’ve been a B-Dog
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| Should’ve been a B-Dog, punk this is Piru
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| Fucks Smelly Marks*, Nappy Heads**, Long Bitch*** and Tragniew
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| Here I go again about to straight dis
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| I got my plate all fixed for some Eggs Toast and Grits***
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| Bitch-made nigga now you know who I am
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| Slammin' Rickets on their back but my name ain’t Van Damme
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| I’m jinxin' muthafuckas like a gypsy
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| And if you want me
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| Then you’re gonna have to come and get me
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| Hit me up or I’ma smoke you with my C-K gat
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| You should’ve been a B-Dog bitch and it’s like that
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| (REDRUM 781)
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| Niggas is haulin' me off and it’s a holocaust
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| Comin' down automatic gun sounds terrorize the whole town
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| Niggas don’t suspect that I’ma hit 'em with some hot lead
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| Unloadin' my shit, makin' sure that they’re all dead
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| Wearin' my color, representin' the Blood gang
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| I can take a Crab and turn him into a blood stain
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| The voices in my head tryin their best to command me
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| They claim that I’m insane cause they don’t understand me
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| Lil' Stretch comin' in with a roll call
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| And fuck all Crabs cause you should’ve been a B-Dog
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| (LIL' STRETCH)
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| Now I can start off fast, or I can start off slow
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| But the real gangstas know which way I should go
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| Well now the HUNTERS is deep — and ya know that’s right
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| O-G's from the 4, the homie Tee & ½pint
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| Small as a muthafucka, ain’t takin' no shit
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| And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick
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| C-K Bone from the duece, Chill Will from the FOUR
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| Lil' Stretch and P-Dogg from the FIVE ain’t no joke
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| The HUNTERS in town and we bringin' the noise
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| Along with the HACIENDA VILLAGE BOYS
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| But now it’s time for me to talk about the killas
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| but can’t forget about the MILLERS
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| B-S-P, I-G and the DENVER LANES
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| H 2−0's, SCOTTS DALE and the EAST PAIN
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| LUEDERS PARK and A-P is comin' right is at
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| Show you where it’s at, the H-P's and the KABBAGE PATCH
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| B-B-P, B-S-V, a HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE
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| Can’t forget about the PIRUS on the West Side
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| M-S-B, Q-S-B and the V-N-G's
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| FRUIT TOWN BRIMS, LIME HOODS and the ELM STREET
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| C-P-P, H-P-G and the ATHENS PARK
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| Mel through the JUNGLES won’t make it if it’s after dark
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| V-T-P, FIVE DEUCES and the FRUIT TOWN
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| Walk through HARVARD PARK and you might get beat down
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| WEIRDOS BLOODS, C-M-G's and the TREE TOP
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| EAST SIDE PUEBLO niggas and the CEDAR BLOCK
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| Lil' Stretch Dog has finished with the roll call
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| And fuck all Crabs cause you should’ve been a B-Dog
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| Yeah, ah yeah
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| (B-S-P = Blood Stone Pirus, I-G = Inglewood (Family) Gang
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| H-2-O = Water Front Piru, A-P = Avenue Pirus
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| H-P = Hawthorne Pirus, B-B-P = Butler Block Pirus
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| B-S-V = Blood Stone Villians, HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE = 135 Piru
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| M-S-B = Mad Swan Bloods, Q-S-B = Queen Street Bloods
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| V-N-G = Van Ness Gangsta Blood, C-P-P = Campanella Park Pirus
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| H-P-G = Hawthorne Piru Gang, V-T-P = Village Town Pirus
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| C-M-B = Crenshaw Mafia Bloods) |