Bloods & Crips - Bangin' On Wax lyrics

(GENUINE DRAFT a.k.a DOMINO) Genuine Draft with the Gat Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart by connect with the level That I'ma bust to this n***a now he's slippin' Two to the head now if he?toiled? like a Simpson Now them Snoops from them switch block ?? with the Slobs on the muthaf**in' Crip track I don't know but he feels me when laughter So peep this Crip sh** for this b**h line Slob-a** n***a (LIL' STRETCH) f** all these Crab n***as Guess what, guess who, Crab k**a's back The AK-47 mix with the maniac A n***a with a problem A n***a ain't back tight So I'll be rollin' on these Crab n***as everynight Crip, Crip, Crip, buck buck, time to go off Crabs got throw off n***as to get hauled off Crab got lived it out, mixed out or ship it out Tec-9 bullets for the hoes is still spittin' out (AWOL) Well if I'm not k**in' a Snoop I'm runnin' from the police I'm at the spot just hangin' with the homies Ain't no?? where the Kelly is down for When I'm hangin' on 3-8 double O A homicide when a n***a ride Ain't naythin' good about sh** with dip out I k** a punk for the color is wearing And k** his b**h cause keep on staring (RED RAG) I throw low blows in elbows on low-lows?? tight sh** That n***a Red Rag wreck it straight C-sick flavor like the rest of my peer I'm a magician and you punk Crab b**hes are my trick You Sissy muthaf**as stay heat out your?? You wild up like the Ten Deuce Rice Cryspis Kelly Park stay in Compton Cause see you was a clip water Slay stay down lookin'?? (BLUE RAG) f** it, it's time to catch your hands up Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob mouth with one shot Blowin' them brains out and watch this shatter Is splatter on the concrete Another Slob Added to my murder beat, I'm Blue Rag A Crip for life fool Bangin' On Wax with a Charles Manson attitude (LIL' STRETCH) In 1975 A n***a was raised on the streets of Watts to survive Where I live it was nuthin' but a living hell So at the age of nine I rebel I was growin' up my mom was solo But Crabs?of piece? Out of n***as don't give a f** Rollin' with the street gang knockin' out Crabs Cause it's an everyday muthaf**in' thang (SIN LOC) Sin Loc - quick to put one in your forehead Shootin' every muthaf**a that I catch wearing red It's only must ain't stoppin' this I gotta do it on wax So I can put the caps in it And if you wanna knock the mind frame??? Sin Loc'll have put a slug in your forehead And for the hood I'ma still keep stompin' East Sider C Cuz, this is Compton (REDRUM 781) Four Crabs down and you know as soon to go n***as gotta dump so I shoot 'em at the funeral I don't give a damn about another n***a's life I roll by and squeeze on a f**in' trigga type People started to fall up a b**h's calling for the One-Time Aimin' from his momma he better walk the chalk line And I'm servin' Crips to rest like a hoe cell Flue-a** fools are goin' down to a red hell