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bloods crips - slob bko كلمات الأغنية

(scarface)
i woke up
one morning ran outside because i seen yellow tape
another slob lying down because he tried to escape
another a-t-l-a-n-t-i-c b-d drive-by
as his mama, daddy screamin’, cryin’ ask me why
but they don’t know that i don’t give a f-ck
i hope to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this slob but
my mama told me stay away from the gang
but at the same time i keep my blue rag and my blue strings
i used to drag a slob down the street, kick outta teeth
and bang his head against the concrete
and my neighbors ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ snitches
i jacked a slob for his riches when i done in these ditches
you know last year a lotta slobs made a mistake
they couldn’t wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
by me – another down b-g
scarface atlantic drive kind of crip i can’t stand r-e-d
but that’s the main point in effects
so let me grab my gat – bust back
cause this is snoop attack
all slobs should be dead by the 9-5
cause in the m-th-f-ckin’ graves is where the snoops lyin’
y’all n-gg-s keep the world a blue atmosphere
two c’s from compton crip cuz and i’m outta here

(inch)
betta watch your back
this is piru 187
put a slob on his back with the mac-11
a kelly with a gun won’t run and hide
it’s a n-gg- crip inch and comin’ from the east side
watch these slobs just run and duck
cause i ain’t givin’ up nuthin’ but bad luck
gotta kill at will
so i pack my steel
put a slob on the ground and cuz that’s real
you might say that i’m too far gone
mind lost and tossed
of the age of the terrordome
now i’m off to just makin’ a brains hang
runnin’ the streets with the m-th-f-ckin’ k gang
one down but i still ain’t hurt
cause i’m killin’ slobs off from here to gettesburg
the mac-11 gon’ pop pop pop
you get a hole in your head cause i just can’t stop

(g-bone)
slobs can’t getaway from this itchy trigga finger
straight slob killin’ cuz i’m a crip
f-ck them n-gg-s
peel their caps cack with a m-th-f-ckin’ tec-9
slob–ss n-gg-s better m-th-f-ckin’ recognize
this is the slob killa a-d double c
flee dog b-dog
kill a cuz i’m a l-o-c
sendin’ slob n-gg-s on the stairway to h-ll
i can’t inhale cause i can’t stand that dead lobster smell
so chunk that n-gg- in a dizitch
all slob killa and that includes a snoop
b-tch i always set the crip up
and won’t give a f-ck
that’s why i stick the cripalettes cause i c-ck this bomb as f-ck
but you know you gotta watch their punk–ss ho’s too
cause some cripalette got love for die-‘rus
a hoe ain’t sh-t
sure ’nuff by a slob b-tch
cause they would f-ck a slob
and come suck a crip d-ck
i can’t trust the hoe well, i don’t f-ck with slobs
i’m a locsta and f-ck all oo-lah
this is a m-th-f-ckin’ c-r-i-p
ain’t no love for an s-l-o-b

(awol)
i’m givin’ up the k to some slobs and all?
slobs wanna trip, slob n-gg- bring it on
shot a slob’s dome with this 30? 6
infra-red scope with the 30 round clip
a compton crip
bad man, don’t step too close
cause you’s a slob–ss ex crip n-gg- from east coast
that n-gg- dog better watch his dome
my d-ck still in his mouth so my n-gg- it’s on
you ain’t a dog, you’s a m-u-t
on the nuts of a compton b-g
f-ck bangin’ on wax and f-ck that true blue tape
f-ck everybody hood if they dissin’ the k
c, i get it strap and i’m ready for a 211
catch a slob and it’s slob 187

(troll)
s-n-o-o-p to the k
make way when i spray slobs just ain’t safe
cause it’s on with them m-th-f-ckin’ off-brand n-gg-s servin’ ‘rus like
dinner with this itchy trigga finger
puttin’ brains to the side walk to end all talk
b-tch slobs get choked when they slip and get caught
f-ck all die-‘rus and the families have made ’em
let ’em all claimin’ snoops and now can’t sh-t save ’em
when the set trip is on slobs cover your dome
i catch a cap to the hat when i’m gettin’ the chrome
lettin’ off in your m-th-f-ckin’ hood dead rags better duck
cause a kelly is up to no good
see you wearing your colors and watch troll unload
and leave you dead shirt camouflage to 16 holes
glock 9 causin’ doom like that m-th-f-ckin’ armageddon
when i step in slob’s turf
b-tch when they see my weapon
to the head cause there ain’t no love
ask you: where you from? and blast if your -ss say blood
cause it’s a straight compton crip
teachin’ new lives left
f-ck all y’all
i’m claimin’ slob 187

(rider j)
f-ck a slob, f-ck a ‘ru
and anybody else too
see cuz i gotta do for me
makin’ dollars, cluckin’ ends for my a-d-c
a ‘ru or a snoop ain’t hard to do away
grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray n-gg-s
and it’s slob killa
you can’t come kickin’ in my hood m-th-f-cka cause i peel ya
i’m rollin’ through your hood with much crip
disrespect
blue’d up on atlantic and it’s time to set
settle
the m-th-f-ckin’ score
tec-9 bullets m-th-f-ckas now open up the door
and to you slob m-th-f-ckas that don’t know me
f-ck your sets and your dead homies
a-d-c up n-gg-s!

- bloods crips

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