Slobs Keep on Slippin`

歌詞

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