[Intro]
n***a
You know I had to get ya! (x4)
[Verse 1: G-Bone]
Well it's the muthaf**in' C
Slob n***as comin' up short
Rip Ride, we slide to the muthaf**in' south flow
4 deep creepin', B.G.'s on a mission
Got word that the muthaf**in' slob n***as slippin'
We about to put the muthafucin' smash down
On these muthaf**as on the other side of town
Jumpin' up out of the muthaf**in' G-ride
Creepin' up out of the muthaf**in' Nutty from the blunt
There they go in a pack, slobs tryin' to bick back
We put them triggers on them slob n***as f** that
This a** be sacked to the muthaf**in' G
Blaze up the blunt, took a shot of the Hennessy
We dippin' back to the muthaf**in' C-Side
Two C's, A.D., B.G. n***a Rip Ride
Baby Gangsta Bone is a loc'ed out young n***a
Straight slob k**a, cuz I'm a Crip, f** you n***as
[Chorus]
This is how we break a muthaf**a down
Break a muthaf**a down, Break a muthaf**a down
Straight slob k**a, cuz I'm a Crip, f** you n***as
[Verse 2: AWOL]
Some n***as pulled up yellin' about that slob sh**
I said like Spiggedy-One (Spice 1), Cuzz: 'what part of the game is this?'
Crip rich went to dumpin like he never bust no heat
The Gauge blew him back and knocked the slob off his feet
Came up down the alley when I clock my crip face hung
He said, "What's crackin' 'WOL?, I said, "run n***a run"
Cuz we just peeled the slob on the corner of my street
We made her park her sh**, we blew that slob in her jeep
Then Hung said "Cuzz, I realize we got some muthaf**in' playa haters"
They hate me most cause they some f**in' baby gangsta haters
I got cousins, I'm blowin' relatives in half
And we k** family Inglewood f*ggots wanna get my a**
But I'm protected by the blue and the green
Rat-tat-tat, put a Elm in the gangsta league, Cuzz
I guess that's how this sh**'s supposed to C
co*k my Glock, K's up to 2Pac, slob feel me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: G-Bone]
I'm givin' up the C to these muthaf**in' snoops
Slobs catchin' the blues when a n***a dippin' through
Hand on my heat, pullin' the trigger with the quickness
Slobs feelin' the muthaf**in' wrath of my Cripness
Crippin' to the fullest cause n***a f** slobs, f** all slobs
n***a I'm a muthaf**in' Crip, straight slob k**a
Showing these muthaf**in' slobs no love
These muthaf**in' slobs are gonna be chokin on they own blood
Cause I'm fillin' 'em up with this muthaf**in' hot lead
Slob n***as are slob b**hes and puttin' them muthaf**in' red smoked out
A loccin' n***a crippin' is all a n***a know
Dumpin' these muthaf**in' slobs with my chrome .44
My n***a, Face is k**in' up sh**, slob n***as feelin' the pain
Gangsta raw, makin' 'em stain, drivin' these slob n***as insane
Slobs can't hang
I thought you know the Bone is on my Crip job
South Side Atlantic Drive Crip Ride n***a f** slob
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: AWOL]
Slobs better believe in heat on Compton corners with Glocks
Cause I'll C bustin' Elms a lot, yelling, "Cuz, this is Cedar Block!"
Confused, but they don't wanna K.C.B.'s, original K.P.'s, O.B.G.'s and B.G.'s
Too C's up, my b**h be laughin' at me cause I'm a nut
AWOL C givin' a f**, you f** with Kelly, you f** up
Cause I'm not the n***a you thought I was, n***a from Kelly Park Compton, Cuz
Doin' the sh** like Oklahoma, n***as was not knowin' what it was
Blood k**a, steady packin' the heat
And Piru k**a, leavin you slobs 6 feet deep, sleep
You besta catch A.I.D.S if you believe in magic
Or I'll seen pumpin' the trigger quick, leave the scenes tragic
Slobs better be thinkin' about it, better be thinkin' about they sh**
Better be thinkin' about they hood, thinkin' about they slob b**h
If she flame to f** up
I hope she's red enough
But if she's too f**in' dry, I'm a have to help her out and wet her up
[Chorus]