Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slob 187, 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
Slob 187 |
I woke up One morning ?? |
because I seen yellow tape |
Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape |
Another A-T-L-A-N-T-I-C B-D drive-by |
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin’ask me why |
But they don’t know that I don’t give a fuck |
I ??? |
van man hurry up and claimin’Slob but |
My mama told me stay away from the gang |
But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings |
I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick outta teeth |
And bang his head against the concrete |
And my neighbors ain’t no muthafuckin’snitches |
I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done any stitches |
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake |
They couldn’t wait to join a gang so their lives to be take |
By me — another down B-G |
Scarface Atlantic Drive kind of Crip I can’t stand R-E-D |
But that’s the main point in effects |
So let me grab my gat — bust back |
Cause this is Snoop attack |
All Slobs should be dead by the 9−5 |
Cause in the muthafuckin’graves is where the Snoops lyin' |
Y’all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere |
Two C’s from Compton Crip Cuz and I’m outta here |
Betta watch your back |
This is Piru 187 |
Put a Slob on his back with the Mac-11 |
A Kelly with a gun will run and hide |
It’s a nigga Crip Inch and comin’from the East Side |
Watch these Slobs just run and duck |
Cause I ain’t givin’up nuthin’but bad luck |
Gotta kill at will |
So I pack my steel |
Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that’s real |
You might say that I’m too far gone |
Mind lost and tossed |
Of the age of the terrordome |
Now I’m off to just makin’a brains hang |
Runnin’the streets with the muthafuckin’K gang |
One down but I still ain’t hurt |
Cause I’m killin’Slobs off from here to get his bird |
The Mac-11 gon’pop pop pop |
You get a hole in your head cause I just can’t stop |
Slobs can’t getaway from this itchy trigga finger |
Straight Slob killin’Cuz I’m a Crip |
Fuck them niggas |
Peel their caps cack with a muthafuckin’Tec-9 |
Slob-ass niggas better muthafuckin’recognize |
This is the Slob killa A-D double C Flee dog B-Dog |
Kill a Cuz I’m a L-O-C |
Sendin’Slob niggas on the stair with the hell |
?I came in hell cause I can’t stand that the Blood is smell? |
So chunk that nigga in a dizitch |
All Slob killa and that includes a Snoop |
Bitch I always set the Crip up And won’t give a fuck |
That’s why I stick the Cripalettes cause I cock this bomb as fuck |
But you know you gotta watch their punk-ass ho’s too |
Cause some Cripalette got love for die-'Rus |
A hoe ain’t shit |
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch |
Cause they would fuck a Slob |
And come suck a Crip dick |
I can’t trust the hoe well, I don’t fuck with Slobs |
I’m a Locsta and fuck all ??? |
This is a muthafuckin’C-R-I-P |
Ain’t no love for an S-L-O-B |
I’m givin’up the K to some Slobs and all ?? |
Slobs wanna trip, Slob nigga bring it on Shot a Slob’s dome with this 30 ?? |
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Infra-red scope with the 30 round clip |
A Compton Crip |
Bad man, don’t step too close |
Cause you’s a Slob-ass ex Crip nigga from East Coast |
That nigga Dog better watch his dome |
I dig steel in his mouth so my nigga it’s on You ain’t a dog, you’s a M-U-T |
On the nuts of a Compton B-G |
Fuck Bangin’On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape |
Fuck everybody hood if they dissin’the K C I get it strap and I’m ready for a 211 |
Catch a Slob and it’s Slob 187 |
S-N-O-O-P to the K Wreck way when I spray Slobs just ain’t safe |
Cause it’s on with them muthafuckin’off-brand niggas servin''Rus like |
Dinner with this itchy trigga finger, puttin’brains to the side walk ??? |
talk |
Bitch-ass get choked when they slippin’you caught |
Fuck all die-'Rus and the families have made 'em |
Let 'em all claimin’Snoops and now can’t shit save 'em |
When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome |
I catch a cap to the head when I’m gettin’the chrome |
Lettin’off in your muthafuckin’hood dead rags better duck |
Cause a Kelly is up to no good |
See you wearing your colors and watch stroll unload |
And leave you dead short camouflage to 16 holes |
Glock 9 causin’doom like that muthafuckin’Armageddon |
When I step in Slob’s turf |
Bitch when they see my weapon |
To the head cause there ain’t no love |
Ask you: where you from? |
and blast if your ass say Blood |
Cause it’s a straight Compton Crip |
?Teachin'new lives left? |
Fuck all y’all |
I’m claimin’Slob 187 |
Fuck a Slob, fuck a 'Ru |
And anybody else too |
See Cuz I gotta do for me Makin’dollars, cluckin’ends for my A-D-C |
A 'Ru or a Snoop ain’t hard to do away |
Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray niggas |
And it’s Slob killa |
You can’t come kickin’in my hood muthafucka cause I peel ya |
I’m rollin’through your hood with much Crip |
Disrespect |
Blue’d up on Atlantic and it’s time to set |
Settle |
The muthafuckin’score |
Tec-9 bullets muthafuckas now open up the door |
And to you Slob muthafuckas that don’t know me Fuck your sets and your dead homies |
A-D-C up niggas! |