| Now here I come with that B.K. |
| four seven guns sit ?? |
| right to me
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| Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
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| 'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
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| Type of shit that’s real known for killin' a cop
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| Now what’s the flex the F flag, true rag?
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| THE BLUE RAG!
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| Lookin' at the news
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| ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG
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| Crippin' like I crept in the cut
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| By caught — slippin'
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| Now he six feet deep
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| And a nigga with him
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| Fool it’s Crip for life I thought you knew
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| I guess by night you know my heart pump blue
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| Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side
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| Niggas with them F’s in the end chin Crip or Die
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| Ain’t no escapin' when you enter the Franklin Square
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| You call it help fool we’ll call it true or dare
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| So remember my name and my motherfuckin' face
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| I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Awol got a down Crip bitch
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| Trouble Loc
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| Down for the Crip shit
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| I caught a few Slobs so I think it’s enough
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| If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up
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| I only stay K’s up
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| Cause my nigga’s from the K
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| But this is West/Side motherfuckin' P.B.H
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| Killin' Slob-ass bitches and crackers
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| Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us
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| Fuck the world
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| All niggas gotta watch their back
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| Cause nine times outta ten
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| I’m peelin' these niggas caps
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| Gotta strap cause I feel like slain
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| On the East/Side
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| M.S.B.K. |
| fool
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| The 47 ain’t just givin' it up
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| Fuck the Slob I’m a motherfuckin' Compton nut
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| Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin'
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| We stay set trippin'
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| On them Slobs that’s slippin'
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Undercover Slob ain’t shit, that’s on Crip
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| I can’t stand them, I line 'em up, back to back
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| And I’mma cap them at random
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| Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your ho
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| Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone
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| You’se a bitch and that’s real, you can feel me?
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| Diru’s talk shit but can’t get with it or killed it
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| Motherfuckin' Loc
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| You knows I packs a 44 so step
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| When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a nigga and doin' dirt
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| So I makes it my job to flag my rag
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| And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob
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| Cuz they should’ve told ya
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| About the young Trollster
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| Quick to start shit, run up bitch and I’mma smoke ya
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| Fuck ya, it’s on and I’m reachin' for my chrome
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| Blowin' ?? |
| and ?? |
| with lead at your motherfuckin' dome
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| Kelly Crippin' always shippin' when I’m dippin'
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| Fingers itchy as fuck and catch this Slob slippin'
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| You hard, you hang but you change
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| When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don’t bang, nigga
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| You flag and sag like it’s all good
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| You lil' bitch you only bang in your own hood
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| You see
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| Without a pause I’m willin' to die for the cause
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| Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck
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| Just watch this Slob fall
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| He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain’t done
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| Now I’m wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run
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| As I’m runnin'
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| I take a sip of the bottle
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| My name’s K-Tone and fuck the world is the motto
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| As I’m tossin' my rag, they can’t stand it
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| Because they comin' up short
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| In the land of the bandit
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| So fuck a ?? |
| from the fame of the video
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| We can handle 'em when we get up out the studio
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| I got the gat cocked when I’m dippin'
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| Because I’m straight Crippin'
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| So you Slobs keep on…
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Slobs keep on slippin'
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| Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas
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| Goin' on out of my hood, it’s all good, motherfucker
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| From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down
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| Set trip if you want to but you can’t fuck with the Fudge Town
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| Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin'
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| Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what’s happenin'
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| My life style cause it’s just gang related activity
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| Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli
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| If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I’m tear’in ya
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| Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya
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| Bring the strap let the gats crack
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| I caught another Slob in the hood I’m a loc so I did that
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| A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray
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| I’m on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the 'K
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| Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you? |
| slippin?
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| Tryin' to play this game ??? |
| playin' killers and hustlers
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| Leave this shit to these G’s and leave this shit to us Locs
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| Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked
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| I got my .9 both cocked and my finger on the trigger
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| So all y’all Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to these real niggas
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| See I’m the dust kicker, the set tripper
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| Ain’t no one is tellin' fuck Slobs nigga
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| This is anybody killer
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| Slobs keep on slippin'… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slobs Keep on Slippin` , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin' on Wax 2…the Saga Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп