n***a
You know I had to get ya! (x4)
(G Bone)
Well it's the muthafuccin C
Slob n***as comin up short
Rip Ride, we slide to the muthafuccin south flow
4 deep creepin, B.G.'s on a mission
Got weird that the muthafuccin slob n***as slippin
We about to put the muthafuccin smash down
On these muthafuccas on the other side of town
Jumpin up out of the muthafuccin G-ride
Creepin up out of the muthafuccin Nutty from the blunt
There they go in a pack, slobs tryin to big back
We put them triggers on them slob n***as f** that
This a** be sacked to the muthafuccin G
Blaze up the blunt, took a shot of that Hennesey
We dippin back to the muthafuccin 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, cuzz I'm a Crip, fucc you n***as
(Chorus)
This is how we brake a muthafucca down
Brake a muthafucca down, Brake a muthafucca down
-straight Slob k**a, Cuzz I'm a Crip, fucc you n***as-
(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 was crackin 'WOL ? -I said run n***a run
But we just peeled the slob on the corner of my street
When me and ??? we blewed that slob in her jeep
And he said Cuzz, I realise we got some muthafuccin playa hatas
They hate me most cause they some fuccin baby gangsta hatas
I got cuzzins, I'm blewin relatives in half
And we k** family if (?) wanna kick 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, kay's up to 2pac, slob feel me
(Chorus)
(G Bone)
I'm givin up the C to these muthafuccin snoops
Slobs catchin the blues when a n***a dippin through
Hand on my heat, pullin the trigger with the quickness
Slobs feelin the muthafuccin wrath of my Cripness
Crippin to the fullest cause n***a buck slobs, buck all slobs
n***a I'm a muthafuccin Crip straight slob k**a
Showin these muthafuccin slobs no love
These muthafuccin slobs are gonna be chokin on they own blood
Cause I'm fillin 'em up with this muthafuccin hot lead
Slob n***as are slob b**hes track and puttin them mathafuccin red smoked out
A loccin n***a crippin is all a n***a know
Dumpin these muthafuccin 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 tought you know the Bone is on my Crip job
South Side Atlantic Drive Crip Ride n***a fucc slob
(Chorus)
(AWOL)
Slobs better believe in heedle Compton corners with Glocks
Cause I'll C bustin Elms a lot, yelling Cuzzins to see the Glock
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 from Compton, Cuzz
Doin the sh** like Oaklahoma, n***as was not knowin what it was
Blood k**a, steady packin the heat
A Piru k**a, leavin you slobs 6 feet deep, sleep
You besta catch Aids if you believe in magic
A AC poppin 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 frame to f** up I hope she's wet enough
But if she's too fuccin dry, I'm a have to help her out and ran her up
(Chorus)