Tweedy Bird Loc - Gangsta sh** lyrics

[Intro: Big Wy) Yeah, that gangsta-a** sh** Y-G Y muthaf**in' G's WOOP! WOOP! Let these n***as know man That's right, n***a Yo punk, what's up fool? Lil' Dawg [Verse 1: Lil' Hawk] Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on You call it Thunderbird I call that sh** Jim Jones I need a fifth To start off my muthaf**in' day I'm feeling good as f** and I'm almost my way Just C-K These - punk-a** n***as this is C-M-G Your number one Crab k**as (that's right) From the 4 to the Shaw even Century On Figueroa we gotta sowed up Rollin' with the D.O.B f** Crabs cause n***a I blast from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska) And I ain't f**in' with no bustas Only them Damu Ridin' C.K'in' motherf**ers And they ain't show no mercy when they hoo-ride Leavin' no clues but a motherf**in' homicide Lil' Hawk Y-G quick to spree And C-K you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool Ahahaha... [Verse 2: Bronco] Motherf**' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slip 'n slidin' with my f**in' enemy Now it's the time to leave the plan of the dot Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later bop Paper this a** wax bangers the sh** done hit the fan locs Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes n***a choose your muthaf**in' weapon Brown this bra** knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson - I'm guessin' That you would play the tough guy and think that you're the sh** But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extra clips Fully and creep for the set trip cause I know this sh**'s stompin' Snatch your heart outta your chest And we can watch you stop breathin' Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride East Side Rip Ridaz, it's ever Denver on mine f** all Slobs Cuz, you die mothaf**a [Verse 3: Batman] Six muthaf**as, 357 hollow point Magnum shells Closed casket made this Crab mama yell Pendleton, khakis, pig tails And Stars on my feet Me and Puff had to wreck And my homie six ten his feet I creep ??? specialty Cause I'm a professional Gangbang is gangsterism I live my life in dangerous ways I go days without eatin' I'm steady sippin' on Night Train C-K Rider k**in' Crabs till I die, gangsta Mr. Bat n***as wonder why Why I put it down on a muthaf**in' Crab n***a East Side Swan Gangsta Back Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a muthaf**in' A-K Yeah, n***a - yellow tape f** Crabs f** Crabs, f** Crabs, f** Crabs! Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood? Ninety Four - we out [Verse 4: Cixx Pac] Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip, Crip, Crip or die Snoops Rest In Peace, n***a you know why Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up - like a fire truck Face to face with d**h stuck sh** outta luck n***a you just met a dark angel You can say I walk my Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handle Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares And let the homies take it for me n***a you like red so much Now check this out Time to a chin broke a** on his head and mouth But if it's on then it's on stick a smash to him And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season East Side F.C.G. n***a you know the reason Blue rag hangin' out the blue dickies Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mausberg with me It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop I take a trip to the 5th and give me a stick and let loose sh** And now I figure like the king of the planet You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic Yeah n***a f** all Slobs, this is F for d**h [Verse 5: Green Eyez] Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick My muthaf**in' ?? Straight bustin' out of the station wagon, never draggin' I gots to kickin' in out Down in a hole ??? and k**in' every wearin' flue nap What's next? On my muthaf**in' menu I got to ?? some muthaf**in' Crab So put a f**in' cap into The hearse and stripes Green Eyes ?? some mo' And I bend I catch you slippin', bumpin', steady dippin' on a '4 And let me show you f**in' Crabs hollow I can get I k** your whole family and your pregnant Crab b**h about to get birth To a baby Crab Now that n***a sh** outta luck That's why I murder the lil' f** This Bangin' On Wax Deuce f** a truce Big Wy I'm high so pa** the muthaf**in' gin and juice While I slip the clip in it commence the set trippin' And smoke all these muthaf**in' Crabs that I catch slippin' Yeah f** the Crabs, I got to say what's up to the I-F-G gang [Verse 6: AWOL] I went to church for years but I only learned one thang goods So you can't blame it on Jesus Cause I said love for the neighborhood I got a Cuzzin from Elm and one from the Mob I put that on my daddy, I'm a k**er n***as, f** Slob Where you from Loc you don't have to ask me ?? in my tag so my K-P it ain't sh** I served Snoops on Cherry Street Asiatic central ?? where the Compton's meet fool I g**n, hoo-bang, war-bang See my name struck up on the 91 freeway So all Slobs better hide tonight Hide tonight cause the K gang's hoo-ridin' On my side - East Side - your side Them Slobs from the other side get off for fight, right You might run from a Kelly with heat Cause the Slobs ain't dead got to rest in peace, n***a