| Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the door
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| Niggas goin' down and dropped tops with them triple gold
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| Thangs, but now us Slobs ain’t givin' a fuck
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| About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' fuck them hoes, we stackin' 'em up
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| And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player
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| Niggas up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all into birds
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| And it’s worth to the niggas in my — hood
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| That’s movin' a motherfuckin' thangs doin' real — good
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| Know y’all, what’s up boy, yo without love and tell it’s hard
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| All my niggas is comin' up and gettin' large
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| Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherfuckin' dime
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| Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time
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| The consequences is a real bitch
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| But niggas should know what’s worth than your word
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| So you best to clock your fuckin' grip
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| Niggas don’t wreck yourself but get your fuckin' grind on
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| Go for the kill so you can chill 'fore your fuckin' time’s gone, niggas
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| Now I’m bailin' down the Four, nigga, bhakis creased
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| Then I laugh when I hear a Crab — hollerin' about peace
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| Nigga must be brazy, that shit ain’t in my vocab
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| I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
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| Then head to the hospital, my job ain’t done
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| I wanna bee his ass bitch feet deep, and then some
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| Leavin' motherfuckers in a big hole
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| Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my nigga Dogg
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| Pops lit up one of those fat-ass blunts
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| Now I’m high as fuck, nigga, on the Crab hunt
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| The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile
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| I load the gun and put one in his nostrils
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| For disrespecting
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| I’m knowin' for checkin' a Ricket
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| Tryin' to come to — low key and bickin'
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| With this motherfuckin' dog hollerin' «What's up Blood!?»
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| 1−0-4 like I said, always draped in red
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| And if I hear you say «Crab» then nigga it’s on
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| And your ass’ll die — before your time is gone
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| Now tell me who the fuck’s next up on this mic?
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| C-K Big Wy finna punch out your fuckin' life
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| Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher
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| Killin' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers
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| Well boy, fuck all these niggas wearin' all that flue shit
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| I fuck up shit and I likes to kill fuckin' Rips
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| We roll on them niggas if them niggas hangin' out
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| Roll up to them niggas blow they motherfuckin' brains out
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| Buck his motherfuckin' brains, let these niggas story ain’t bullshit
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| Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they’re fuckin' with
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| C-K Ridin', Damu Ridin'
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| Motherfuckin' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin'
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| Now tell me motherfuckin' Crab nigga what’s stoppin' ya?
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| The Y.G. |
| gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia
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| Niggas better recognize some killers in your fuckin' face
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| Niggas gettin' slapped — with the motherfuckin' Tec, bitch
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| I C-K all day, all the motherfuckin' time
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| It’s in my mind all the time, nigga 1−0-9
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| C-K Ridin' is the motherfuckin' mission
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| Killin' all Crabs, makin' niggas come up missing
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| M and L, L and the M, now all the shit is good
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| West/Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it Inglewood
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| Nigga where I’m from? |
| The motherfuckin' Projects
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| Where niggas get wrecked and they motherfuckin' chin checked
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| Bust 'em in his motherfuckin' face, let these niggas know
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| You from the Five and I’m from the 1−0-4
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| We shootin' them motherfuckin' Crabs everyday for fun and don’t forget
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| Niggas been down every since motherfuckin' day one
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| I smoke bud! |
| Fuck these niggas smokin' loop
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| I? |
| hear? |
| WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the fuckin' Coupe
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| I got them motherfuckin' bhakis and a t-shirt
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| Blast throw the cap ready to put in work
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| The motherfuckin' Wy? |
| period? |
| to the fuckin' Big
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| I went to Century and Fig' I’m ready to spray on you motherfucker
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| Nigga I’m a soldier, holdin' fuckin' boulders
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| Niggas wanna run up, you suckers, I told you
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| I thought you to the motherfuckers know a nigga told you
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| Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa
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| So never forget when you’re fuckin' with these soldiers
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| Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, nigga, yes we (I) told you
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| Fuck you punk-ass niggas, nigga
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| Big Wy ain’t sayin' bullshit, nigga
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| C niggas better recognize
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| BIIIAAATCH!
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| West Side M and the L
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| East Side!
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| Ballin' on these nigga
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| Crenshaw Mafia for life
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| Regulatin' niggas out nigga
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| You know I don’t give a fuck nigga
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| I’m ready fuckin up this shit
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| It’s on nigga
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| Yeah
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| It’s on nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time is Gone Nigga , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin' on Wax Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп