Slobs Keep on Slippin' Lyrics
| Song | Slobs Keep on Slippin' |
| Artist | Bloods & Crips |
| Album | Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : AWOL One, Big Freeze, Bronco ... | |
| (SIX PAC) | |
| Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me | |
| Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise | |
| 'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots | |
| Type of ************t that's real known for killin' a cop | |
| Now what's the flex the F flag, true rag? | |
| THE BLUE RAG! | |
| Lookin' at the news | |
| ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG | |
| Crippin' like I crept in the cut | |
| By caught - slippin' | |
| Now he six feet deep | |
| And a ******* with him | |
| Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew | |
| I guess by night you know my heart pump blue | |
| Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side | |
| *******s with them F's in the end chin Crip or Die | |
| Ain't no escapin' when you enter the Franklin ************ | |
| You call it help fool we'll call it true or dare | |
| So remember my name and my mother******' face | |
| I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| (AWOL & TROUBLE LOC) | |
| Awol got a down Crip ************ | |
| Trouble Loc | |
| Down for the Crip ************t | |
| I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough | |
| If you my ************ come and ******* these Slobs up | |
| I only stay K's up | |
| Cause my *******'s from the K | |
| But this is West/Side mother******' P.B.H. | |
| Killin' Slob-ass ******* and crackers | |
| Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us | |
| ******* the world | |
| All *******s gotta watch their back | |
| Cause nine times outta ten | |
| I'm peelin' these *******s caps | |
| Gotta strap cause I feel like slain | |
| On the East/Side | |
| M.S.B.K. fool | |
| The 47 ain't just givin' it up | |
| ******* the Slob I'm a mother******' Compton nut | |
| Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin' | |
| We stay set trippin' | |
| On them Slobs that's slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| (TROLL) | |
| Undercover Slob ain't ************t, that's on Crip | |
| I can't stand them, I line 'em up, back to back | |
| And I'ma cap them at random | |
| Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe | |
| Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone | |
| You'se a ************ and that's real, you can feel me? | |
| Diru's talk ************t but can't get with it or killed it | |
| Mother******' Loc | |
| You knows I packs a 44 so step | |
| When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a ******* and doin' dirt | |
| So I makes it my job to flag my rag | |
| And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob | |
| Cuz they should've told ya | |
| About the young Trollster | |
| Quick to start ************t, run up ************ and I'ma smoke ya | |
| ******* ya, it's on and I'm reachin' for my chrome | |
| Blowin' ?? and ?? with lead at your mother******' dome | |
| Kelly Crippin' always ************ppin' when I'm dippin' | |
| Fingers itchy as ******* and catch this Slob slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| (K-TONE) | |
| You hard, you hang but you change | |
| When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don't bang, ******* | |
| You flag and sag like it's all good | |
| You lil' ************ you only bang in your own hood | |
| You see | |
| Without a pause I'm willin' to die for the cause | |
| Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck | |
| Just watch this Slob fall | |
| He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain't done | |
| Now I'm wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run | |
| As I'm runnin' | |
| I take a sip of the bottle | |
| My name's K-Tone and ******* the world is the motto | |
| As I'm tossin' my rag, they can't stand it | |
| Because they comin' up short | |
| In the land of the bandit | |
| So ******* a ?? from the fame of the video | |
| We can handle 'em when we get up out the studio | |
| I got the gat *******ed when I'm dippin' | |
| Because I'm straight Crippin' | |
| So you Slobs keep on... | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| (BIG FREEZE & BRONCO) | |
| Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas | |
| Goin' on out of my hood, it's all good, mother******* | |
| From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down | |
| Set trip if you want to but you can't ******* with the Fudge Town | |
| Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin' | |
| Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's happenin' | |
| My life style 'cause it's just gang related activity | |
| Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli | |
| If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I'm tear'in ya | |
| Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya | |
| Bring the strap let the gats crack | |
| I caught another Slob in the hood I'm a loc so I did that | |
| A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray | |
| I'm on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the 'K | |
| Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you ?slippin? | |
| Tryin' to play this game ??? playin' killers and hustlers | |
| Leave this ************t to these G's and leave this ************t to us Locs | |
| Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked | |
| I got my .9 both *******ed and my finger on the trigger | |
| So all y'all Slob-ass bustas leave this ************t to these real *******s | |
| See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper | |
| Ain't no one is tellin' ******* Slobs ******* | |
| This is anybody killer | |
| Slobs keep on slippin'... |
| zuo ci : AWOL One, Big Freeze, Bronco ... | |
| SIX PAC | |
| Now here I come with that B. K. four seven guns sit nbsp?? right to me | |
| Step with a Mac11 rollin' too wise | |
| ' bout Tec9' s and double up buckshots | |
| Type of t that' s real known for killin' a cop | |
| Now what' s the flex the F flag, true rag? | |
| THE BLUE RAG! | |
| Lookin' at the news | |
| ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG | |
| Crippin' like I crept in the cut | |
| By caught slippin' | |
| Now he six feet deep | |
| And a with him | |
| Fool it' s Crip for life I thought you knew | |
| I guess by night you know my heart pump blue | |
| Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side | |
| s with them F' s in the end chin Crip or Die | |
| Ain' t no escapin' when you enter the Franklin | |
| You call it help fool we' ll call it true or dare | |
| So remember my name and my mother' face | |
| I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| AWOL TROUBLE LOC | |
| Awol got a down Crip | |
| Trouble Loc | |
| Down for the Crip t | |
| I caught a few Slobs so I think it' s enough | |
| If you my come and these Slobs up | |
| I only stay K' s up | |
| Cause my ' s from the K | |
| But this is West Side mother' P. B. H. | |
| Killin' Slobass and crackers | |
| Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us | |
| the world | |
| All s gotta watch their back | |
| Cause nine times outta ten | |
| I' m peelin' these s caps | |
| Gotta strap cause I feel like slain | |
| On the East Side | |
| M. S. B. K. fool | |
| The 47 ain' t just givin' it up | |
| the Slob I' m a mother' Compton nut | |
| Straight East Side Kelly Park Crippin' | |
| We stay set trippin' | |
| On them Slobs that' s slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| TROLL | |
| Undercover Slob ain' t t, that' s on Crip | |
| I can' t stand them, I line ' em up, back to back | |
| And I' ma cap them at random | |
| Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe | |
| Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone | |
| You' se a and that' s real, you can feel me? | |
| Diru' s talk t but can' t get with it or killed it | |
| Mother' Loc | |
| You knows I packs a 44 so step | |
| When I bail through your Slobass hood, brought a and doin' dirt | |
| So I makes it my job to flag my rag | |
| And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob | |
| Cuz they should' ve told ya | |
| About the young Trollster | |
| Quick to start t, run up and I' ma smoke ya | |
| ya, it' s on and I' m reachin' for my chrome | |
| Blowin' nbsp?? and nbsp?? with lead at your mother' dome | |
| Kelly Crippin' always ppin' when I' m dippin' | |
| Fingers itchy as and catch this Slob slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| KTONE | |
| You hard, you hang but you change | |
| When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don' t bang, | |
| You flag and sag like it' s all good | |
| You lil' you only bang in your own hood | |
| You see | |
| Without a pause I' m willin' to die for the cause | |
| Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck | |
| Just watch this Slob fall | |
| He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain' t done | |
| Now I' m wanted for a murder and I hitandrun | |
| As I' m runnin' | |
| I take a sip of the bottle | |
| My name' s KTone and the world is the motto | |
| As I' m tossin' my rag, they can' t stand it | |
| Because they comin' up short | |
| In the land of the bandit | |
| So a nbsp?? from the fame of the video | |
| We can handle ' em when we get up out the studio | |
| I got the gat ed when I' m dippin' | |
| Because I' m straight Crippin' | |
| So you Slobs keep on... | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| BIG FREEZE BRONCO | |
| Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas | |
| Goin' on out of my hood, it' s all good, mother | |
| From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down | |
| Set trip if you want to but you can' t with the Fudge Town | |
| Reppin' or scrappin' or rattatattattin' | |
| Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what' s happenin' | |
| My life style ' cause it' s just gang related activity | |
| Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded . 9 milli | |
| If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I' m tear' in ya | |
| Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya | |
| Bring the strap let the gats crack | |
| I caught another Slob in the hood I' m a loc so I did that | |
| A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray | |
| I' m on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the ' K | |
| Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you nbsp? slippin? | |
| Tryin' to play this game nbsp??? playin' killers and hustlers | |
| Leave this t to these G' s and leave this t to us Locs | |
| Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked | |
| I got my . 9 both ed and my finger on the trigger | |
| So all y' all Slobass bustas leave this t to these real s | |
| See I' m the dust kicker, the set tripper | |
| Ain' t no one is tellin' Slobs | |
| This is anybody killer | |
| Slobs keep on slippin'... |
| zuò cí : AWOL One, Big Freeze, Bronco ... | |
| SIX PAC | |
| Now here I come with that B. K. four seven guns sit nbsp?? right to me | |
| Step with a Mac11 rollin' too wise | |
| ' bout Tec9' s and double up buckshots | |
| Type of t that' s real known for killin' a cop | |
| Now what' s the flex the F flag, true rag? | |
| THE BLUE RAG! | |
| Lookin' at the news | |
| ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG | |
| Crippin' like I crept in the cut | |
| By caught slippin' | |
| Now he six feet deep | |
| And a with him | |
| Fool it' s Crip for life I thought you knew | |
| I guess by night you know my heart pump blue | |
| Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side | |
| s with them F' s in the end chin Crip or Die | |
| Ain' t no escapin' when you enter the Franklin | |
| You call it help fool we' ll call it true or dare | |
| So remember my name and my mother' face | |
| I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| AWOL TROUBLE LOC | |
| Awol got a down Crip | |
| Trouble Loc | |
| Down for the Crip t | |
| I caught a few Slobs so I think it' s enough | |
| If you my come and these Slobs up | |
| I only stay K' s up | |
| Cause my ' s from the K | |
| But this is West Side mother' P. B. H. | |
| Killin' Slobass and crackers | |
| Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us | |
| the world | |
| All s gotta watch their back | |
| Cause nine times outta ten | |
| I' m peelin' these s caps | |
| Gotta strap cause I feel like slain | |
| On the East Side | |
| M. S. B. K. fool | |
| The 47 ain' t just givin' it up | |
| the Slob I' m a mother' Compton nut | |
| Straight East Side Kelly Park Crippin' | |
| We stay set trippin' | |
| On them Slobs that' s slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| TROLL | |
| Undercover Slob ain' t t, that' s on Crip | |
| I can' t stand them, I line ' em up, back to back | |
| And I' ma cap them at random | |
| Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe | |
| Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone | |
| You' se a and that' s real, you can feel me? | |
| Diru' s talk t but can' t get with it or killed it | |
| Mother' Loc | |
| You knows I packs a 44 so step | |
| When I bail through your Slobass hood, brought a and doin' dirt | |
| So I makes it my job to flag my rag | |
| And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob | |
| Cuz they should' ve told ya | |
| About the young Trollster | |
| Quick to start t, run up and I' ma smoke ya | |
| ya, it' s on and I' m reachin' for my chrome | |
| Blowin' nbsp?? and nbsp?? with lead at your mother' dome | |
| Kelly Crippin' always ppin' when I' m dippin' | |
| Fingers itchy as and catch this Slob slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| KTONE | |
| You hard, you hang but you change | |
| When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don' t bang, | |
| You flag and sag like it' s all good | |
| You lil' you only bang in your own hood | |
| You see | |
| Without a pause I' m willin' to die for the cause | |
| Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck | |
| Just watch this Slob fall | |
| He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain' t done | |
| Now I' m wanted for a murder and I hitandrun | |
| As I' m runnin' | |
| I take a sip of the bottle | |
| My name' s KTone and the world is the motto | |
| As I' m tossin' my rag, they can' t stand it | |
| Because they comin' up short | |
| In the land of the bandit | |
| So a nbsp?? from the fame of the video | |
| We can handle ' em when we get up out the studio | |
| I got the gat ed when I' m dippin' | |
| Because I' m straight Crippin' | |
| So you Slobs keep on... | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| Slobs keep on slippin' | |
| BIG FREEZE BRONCO | |
| Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas | |
| Goin' on out of my hood, it' s all good, mother | |
| From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down | |
| Set trip if you want to but you can' t with the Fudge Town | |
| Reppin' or scrappin' or rattatattattin' | |
| Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what' s happenin' | |
| My life style ' cause it' s just gang related activity | |
| Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded . 9 milli | |
| If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I' m tear' in ya | |
| Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya | |
| Bring the strap let the gats crack | |
| I caught another Slob in the hood I' m a loc so I did that | |
| A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray | |
| I' m on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the ' K | |
| Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you nbsp? slippin? | |
| Tryin' to play this game nbsp??? playin' killers and hustlers | |
| Leave this t to these G' s and leave this t to us Locs | |
| Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked | |
| I got my . 9 both ed and my finger on the trigger | |
| So all y' all Slobass bustas leave this t to these real s | |
| See I' m the dust kicker, the set tripper | |
| Ain' t no one is tellin' Slobs | |
| This is anybody killer | |
| Slobs keep on slippin'... |
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