Jay Fizzle - Big C's lyrics

[Hook: Jay Fizzle] Blue flag, left side Crip gang, bang Big Glocks, long clips We gon', bang No need for red beams We got, aim Blue flag, left side Crip gang, bang My n***as crippin', never slippin' Big pump, pistol grippin' On grey street, cuz neighborhood That's a whole lot of C's Big C's, blue team I got my young n***as with extensions Big C's, blue team I got my young n***as with extensions [Verse 1: Jay Fizzle] Blue chucks, purple flag Hundred rounds on the draco [?] set on my a** Locs move when I say so Big grapes like cantaloupe n***a cut me, you see grape juice All this purple on me I got PeeWee with all this baby blue Been gang banging since about two Throwing hand-signs like I'm [?] Young n***a with big choppers In my drop top shooting out the roof Hit ya n***a, home of the blues You either win, you either lose Riding 'round with 100 youngins Better pray to god they don't shoot In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods Rolling dice with the [?] sixty Pouring six so I can't miss it Lil Fizzle just too crazy Perfect aim, I ain't missing Sniper gang, long distance Paper Route, MPA That's a whole lot of crips seein' this [Hook: Jay Fizzle] Blue flag, left side Crip gang, bang Big Glocks, long clips We gon', bang No need for red beams We got, aim Blue flag, left side Crip gang, bang My n***as crippin', never slippin' Big pump, pistol grippin' On grey street, cuz neighborhood That's a whole lot of C's Big C's, blue team I got my young n***as with extensions Big C's, blue team I got my young n***as with extensions [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] Golden n***a, golden baby Homicides on a shady 3-80, yeah Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow Neighborhood clip with the draco Bright blue all my b**hes Bootleg my Buscemis Fizzle great street with the crippin' The S on my head for the sixty Ain't no hesitating with it I masturbate the f**ing trigger A couple pillows in the ceiling Hold his a**, blood [?] They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction Slapping these b**hes, they want the gang gang My lil homie, I'm cripping and chain gang Run up on you, close range, no aim Send the blues to Jay, let's count up these thangs Then a C on these Cartier frames Two double R like the front of the Phantom Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta Little pocket with a blue bandana The clip on the Draco bananas Lock C with the crips in the grave Pyrus gon' pull up at the wake Neighborhood let dope with the drakes