| I’m casted out, casted up Loc, locked down I’m a menace
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| I gives it up, I give a fuck, a Loc for life cause I’m with it I see fresh, dressed — like a million bucks
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| I am the lowest rip rider in the navy blue Chucks
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| Not the low top type cause they slip and they slide
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| With the high tops for gangstas with the Stars on the side
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| I’m buckin’off-brands, all Slobs, bitches and tricks
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| And I’m from Eastside Fushed Town Mafia Crip
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| WATTS UP to my homies on the 10 and the 5
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| In the cut on the street gettin’paid on the front line
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| I rob for C side, death to my enemy
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| Mission to make a mill and chill with my bigger G’s
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| I got a heat for you Slob niggas slippin'
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| Set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cause I’m crippin
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| See a Slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban
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| Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him
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| Ain’t no mercy or grace
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| Put him in his place
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| Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face
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| Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride
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| Another Swayhook slippin another straight just died
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| I ain’t lying when I say you see me dumpin
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| Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some'(…on that Eastside)
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| The A.G.C's straight rollin on that Eastside, right
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| Where gangstas like to ride and do a homicide
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| I catch a Slob slippin, I break his fuckin neck
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| And puttin these busta punk niggas straight in check
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| Talkin 'bout you’s a gangsta, nigga you’s a busta
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| Runnin Slobs over, nigga you can’t trust a Nigga from the A-V-A-L-O-N-G-E-S-T-A
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| And I’ma spray when I have to Busta, I case you out the hood
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| Because you know the OG ?? |
| straight up to no good
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| Would you try to test me and get straight dog
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| Cause I’ll be rollin muthafuckas like lumberjacks roll logs
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| Peep the real crippin'
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| Back in '69 you young rookies
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| Don’t know shit about your melon and big cookie
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| Doing dips in green metals
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| I’m that little bitty fellow
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| Runnnin around while my niggas bustin caps
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| Hello, recognize nigga when the gangstas comin through
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| Dressed in blue
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| And we did it just for you
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| Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf
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| And I’ll be tossin niggas like a muthafucking ??
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| And I’m out
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| Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz…
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| Don’t panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth
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| I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin South
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| Never slippin steady dippin that’s the way that we’re creepin
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| Buck a Slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin
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| Gangsta Bone jumped out with the Gauge point blank ?? |
| said
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| Nigga fuck Slob, this the AD gang
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| Slob niggas should have known that the Bone is a killer
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| South Atlantic Drive Compton Crip, fuck them Slob niggas
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| Nationwide Rip Ride, nigga this the double S Young gangsta Bone, B.G. |
| Face puttin’Slobs to rest
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| Nigga this is Crip so what’s poppin’with that B.K.
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| Like I said last time every dog has its day
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| Slobs keep slippin’when I’m dippin’comin up short
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| Smoke like a muthafucker 9 for the ???
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| Nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside
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| Straight crip face Nationwide nigga Rip Ride
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| Puttin it down ain’t a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc
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| So I can miss to smoke? |
| Palmer joke?
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| Fuck a Slob from Cedar
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| I’m on Alameda
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| On my way to Elm with the Glock 10 millimeter
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| A Hoo-Ride ain’t shit to me 187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B-K
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| K-P-B-G, fuck a Slob
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| AK 47 on the Lollypop Mob, Loc
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| I’m Kelly Crip with my homies from the N gang
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| Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane
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| The 47 still giving it up And fuck a Slob, I’m a muthafuckin Compton Nut
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| I represent that Eastside Rip, don’t even trip
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| When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip
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| Fool ain’t no stoppin when I’m out there wig shoppin'
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| Movin’down Slobs from Inglewood to Compton
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| Quick to pop up on deck with a Tec
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| Spot a Slob and try my best to take off his neck
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| They should’ve told you about this Locsta
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| Out there bangin, with killers and sherm smokers
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| I’m claimin’F till I’m finally put to rest
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| And till then I’m bringing nothing but total death
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| Koolay Big G from the F.C.
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| Watts Franklin Crip till they bury me The Eastside is where I ride, fool is get that straight
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| F.C.G. |
| till I reach them Golden Gates
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| Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya Runnin from C-I-X and I’ma fold ya So think twice if your movin through my N-Hood
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| Niggaz see deep and them Squares up to no good
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| Watts the city of Tombstone, the evil side
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| Same fool slippin is the same fool just died
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| So remember what goes on in them tombstone
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| You ain’t got your chrome you best stay at home
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| It ain’t no joking around it ain’t no suprise
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| You better recognize, Nationwide Rip Ride
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| Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz…
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| Carip! |
| Carip! |
| Carip!
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| Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside |