Lyrics Atlantic Dr Hoo Ride - CRIPS

Atlantic Dr Hoo Ride - CRIPS
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atlantic Dr Hoo Ride, artist - CRIPS. Album song Nationwide Rip Ridaz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dangerous
Song language: English

Atlantic Dr Hoo Ride

Nigga this is South Side
The muthafuckin’A-Drive
Slob-ass niggas better recognize
Niggas need to C cool
Nigga fuck a die-'Ru
Nigga South Side A-Drive arrive
Crips rule
Well it’s the Compton motherfuckin’finest
Baby Gangsta Scarface lettin’Tec-9 split
I empty clips
On the Slob niggas caught slippin'
I’m set trippin'
Steady dippin', A-Drive crippin'
Comin’up missin’if you caught up ???
A Tec-9 with 2 clips fill a hollow rounds
Puttin’Slobs down
Havin’niggas screamin’Jesus
But nigga, Jesus
Couldn’t even sees this
So nigga C up Wouldn’t wanna be a Loc
Cause you Slob nigga straight comin’up short
You get smoked like a motherfuckin’leaf, mack
Slob fools caught the blues laid on their back
7 in the row, Slobs Stranded On Death Row
You came up short, Murder Was The Case that he wrote
These young Loc’s straight got the motherfuckin’bang on And now these bitches
On the nuts they hang on But Slob bitch
Kicks khakis cool
Cause the motherfuckin Bone ain’t got no love for the 'Rus
These fools
These Slob bitches too needed to That punk ??
MC Eiht said caps get peeled
So nigga feel
This slug
I’m pumpin’in ya Slob killer straight to hell Loc I’m sendin’ya
So nigga remember B-K for life till I die
Nigger it’s the A-motherfuckin'-Drive
The muthafuckin’A-Drive
Slob-ass niggas better recognize
Up to no motherfuckin’good it’s on Crippin’up out of the cut
It’s that I know young baby gangsta Compton nut
Blue rag hangin’cause I’m bangin’for the two C’s
And I wasn’t on the streets for the truce meet
So fuck peace
Fuck them punk Slob niggas
Fuck them motherfuckin'
The M-I-G-H-T-Y ???
nigga A-G's
Loc’in up Slob niggas gettin’broken up Trey Five Seven automatic Slobs smokin’up
Desert Eagle havin’Slob niggas meet their maker
Cause once I got it in my hands it’s a life taker
Peace maker breakin’nigga fuck all my enemies
I wouldn’t even spit a ??
like killin’me
Cause it’s the A-G nigga Rip Ride A’s up That nigga Bone is a straight loc’d Compton nut
The muthafuckin’A-Drive
Slob-ass niggas better recognize
Slob niggas better recognize
That the Rips don’t C givin’a fuck
We jumpin’out the backs of trucks
With K’s up’s
2−50 round clips tape tight
Hundred shots spread
Niggas spreadin’hundred slugs makin’Slobs drop
Niggas droppin’bitches, floppin’everybody’s screamin’please
Slob niggas momas gettin’shot down at their knees
Nigga ain’t no love, ain’t no pity fuck that bullshit
Nigga I said fuck peace
This the A Drive Crip
Baby gangster Bone, Ace and Deuce nigga B.K.
I’m pullin’them motherfuckin’triggers Slob
Niggas ain’t gettin’away
Atlantic ass ??
cause nigga this is how we do
???
the Ru’s, ???
this
It’s the blue side
Trues I rips a Slob, niggas slip die loc
Cause the life that you live
Ain’t naythin’but a damn joke
Yes smoked cause you Slob niggas wasn’t payin’attention
So you motherfuckin’Slobs keep on slippin'
Yeah nigga
South Atlantic Drive Compton motherfuckin’Crip in the house
Gangsta Bone, Young Face, that nigga Big Bun, nigga don’t panic

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Artist lyrics: CRIPS