Bangin` On Wax 2... The Saga Continues — текст песни (Bloods and Crips)

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[SIX PAC]
Well now I`m creepin` on your ass like a motherfuckin` frogman
Six Pac`s the maniac from Franklin
Uzi, A-K, Tec-9 millimeter
Blastin` out the sunroof, drunk on Margarita
Slobs ain`t shit, we`re gorgeous, ready for the raid
Let `em on pull up and watch me spray
The F is for death and when I take that first
They fuck with 1-0-3
You know ain`t no more Snoops left
Shit, it`s an everyday thang and we gangbang
Watts Franklin Square Crip no one can`t hang fool
You get your motherfuckin` cap peeled
Ain`t no joke and I`m smokin` all Slobs that stinks
You thought ya - slow me down when you put me in the wheel chair
But that`s OK cause I still claimin` Squares
Three Crips and a bomb with the F-M is on
Cixx Pac, Big Freeze and my nigga young Keystone

[SCARFACE]
G-Bone pass the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin`
In my party while we crippin`
You know this nigga slippin`
Tell all the Cripalette to get into the ??
You gon` tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in
I can`t stand a nigga wearin` red shit, dead shit
Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit
Because I`m livin` in a blue pearl, blue world
It ain`t no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl
Cause Slob niggas listen up, pay attention, I`m Scarface from Atlantic
In case I didn`t mention, the crazy Lil` Hawk
Just wanna make a bitch and got a gun to the Slob head
Playin` Russian roulette, so bet
Now check but do it for your set
If you down with the Slob killer Cuz
You say what the hell
Off-brandies really can`t stand - me
So I`m surroundin` about the Crips in Compton ?? this
I kick kack I see cool in the cut
I catch the Slob I`ma shoot his ass and his nuts
Y`all niggas want problems come to my place
And just remember the name: Atlantic`s Scarface

[BIG FREEZE]
Sort of like a dump truck
But I don`t dump no dirt
I`m dump the funk you shoot my trunk to put you Slobs to work
You Snoop niggas just tryin` to dis to count you up in the street
You couldn`t fade me, yo I`m crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then
Daze me and amaze me that you`re Rip for tryin` to Crip the 44 in your face
And have you pushin` up daisies
When push comin` short I get psycho
So when you fuckin` with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol
The nick name: Freeze
I represent: Watts
And if I catch you slippin` best believe what you get got
It`s some of this lead when I catch you on chin
Over than a green as I bank once again
And when you`re knees buckle pump
Nigga you be seen it starts I`m layin` in the cut to fuck you up
Like the red card
Check this out, I`m Franklin Crip - ride
You see me every - night
If you got beef with me well nigga you know we can fire up
I got my Locs who serve `em Snoops with a fat sack
I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back
When I ??? him
It`s Freeze so you won`t be fade him
The top to get the drop and where I stay
It`s the stadium
Nuthin` beats the feelin of your grill when I`m stealin`
They don`t believe I`m crazy so I guess I got to kill you
Push from the shoulder I get wicked
I`m at the top of the crack
Finna kick you with the Crip, yes
Slob motherfuckers get stole on inner face
Get with them one of this
This Unabomber I caught you in the way
Hey you should I told you `bout Locs like me
America`s sarcastic belegerent and skip if
You got a bullet proof
?? and I keep the plan see
We raise up the ghetto
A menace to society

[G-BONE]
Cuz I gotta grab the strap, pull the trigger and blast
This Snoop`s in my hood and I don`t give a fuckin` past
So we got to get gaffle, scuffle and buck it up
Slob slippin` on this side straight get shut the fuck up
This is B-K to the motherfuckin` heart
I`m from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park
Cause we put in work and take this Slob out without a doubt
Pop pop, biggety bang Cuz, duck, run and hide out



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