Crip 4 Life Lyrics
| Song | Crip 4 Life |
| Artist | Bloods & Crips |
| Album | Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Big Freeze, G-Bone, Rider-J ... | |
| (SIX PAC) | |
| Well now I'm creepin' on your ass like a motherfuckin' frogman | |
| Six Pac's the maniac from Franklin | |
| Uzi, A-K, Tec-9 millimeter | |
| Blastin' out the sunroof, drunk on Margarita | |
| Slobs ain't shit, we're gorgeous, ready for the raid | |
| Let 'em on pull up and watch me spray | |
| The F is for death and when I take that first | |
| They fuck with 1-0-3 | |
| You know ain't no more Snoops left | |
| Shit, it's an everyday thang and we gangbang | |
| Watts Franklin Square Crip no one can't hang fool | |
| You get your motherfuckin' cap peeled | |
| Ain't no joke and I'm smokin' all Slobs that stinks | |
| You thought ya - slow me down when you put me in the wheel chair | |
| But that's OK cause I still claimin' Squares | |
| Three Crips and a bomb with the F-M is on | |
| Cixx Pac, Big Freeze and my nigga young Keystone | |
| (SCARFACE) | |
| G-Bone pass the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin' | |
| In my party while we crippin' | |
| You know this nigga slippin' | |
| Tell all the Cripalette to get into the ?? | |
| You gon' tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in | |
| I can't stand a nigga wearin' red shit, dead shit | |
| Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit | |
| Because I'm livin' in a blue pearl, blue world | |
| It ain't no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl | |
| Cause Slob niggas listen up, pay attention, I'm Scarface from Atlantic | |
| In case I didn't mention, the crazy Lil' Hawk | |
| Just wanna make a bitch and got a gun to the Slob head | |
| Playin' Russian roulette, so bet | |
| Now check but do it for your set | |
| If you down with the Slob killer Cuz | |
| You say what the hell | |
| Off-brandies really can't stand - me | |
| So I'm surroundin' about the Crips in Compton ?? this | |
| I kick kack I see cool in the cut | |
| I catch the Slob I'ma shoot his ass and his nuts | |
| Y'all niggas want problems come to my place | |
| And just remember the name: Atlantic's Scarface | |
| (BIG FREEZE) | |
| Sort of like a dump truck | |
| But I don't dump no dirt | |
| I'm dump the funk you shoot my trunk to put you Slobs to work | |
| You Snoop niggas just tryin' to dis to count you up in the street | |
| You couldn't fade me, yo I'm crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then | |
| Daze me and amaze me that you're Rip for tryin' to Crip the 44 in your face | |
| And have you pushin' up daisies | |
| When push comin' short I get psycho | |
| So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol | |
| The nick name: Freeze | |
| I represent: Watts | |
| And if I catch you slippin' best believe what you get got | |
| It's some of this lead when I catch you on chin | |
| Over than a green as I bank once again | |
| And when you're knees buckle pump | |
| Nigga you be seen it starts I'm layin' in the cut to fuck you up | |
| Like the red card | |
| Check this out, I'm Franklin Crip - ride | |
| You see me every - night | |
| If you got beef with me well nigga you know we can fire up | |
| I got my Locs who serve 'em Snoops with a fat sack | |
| I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back | |
| When I ??? him | |
| It's Freeze so you won't be fade him | |
| The top to get the drop and where I stay | |
| It's the stadium | |
| Nuthin' beats the feelin of your grill when I'm stealin' | |
| They don't believe I'm crazy so I guess I got to kill you | |
| Push from the shoulder I get wicked | |
| I'm at the top of the crack | |
| Finna kick you with the Crip, yes | |
| Slob motherfuckers get stole on inner face | |
| Get with them one of this | |
| This Unabomber I caught you in the way | |
| Hey you should I told you 'bout Locs like me | |
| America's sarcastic belegerent and skip if | |
| You got a bullet proof | |
| ?? and I keep the plan see | |
| We raise up the ghetto | |
| A menace to society | |
| (G-BONE) | |
| Cuz I gotta grab the strap, pull the trigger and blast | |
| This Snoop's in my hood and I don't give a fuckin' past | |
| So we got to get gaffle, scuffle and buck it up | |
| Slob slippin' on this side straight get shut the fuck up | |
| This is B-K to the motherfuckin' heart | |
| I'm from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park | |
| Cause we put in work and take this Slob out without a doubt | |
| Pop pop, biggety bang Cuz, duck, run and hide out | |
| Cover up, duck and run - but don't slip | |
| Cause I'm precised when it come to empty clips | |
| Click - Tec 9 throw that ass up | |
| Down on their ground Slobs shut the fuck up | |
| He lost his life cause he was slippin', flossin' and frontin' | |
| The S on his chest like he was Super Slob or somethin' | |
| S-L-O-B K-I double L-A | |
| That Slob is dead so he can't come to retaliate | |
| Fuck them Slob niggas let 'em come cack and trip | |
| I got a Tec 9 with 2-30 round clips | |
| On safe thinkin' Slob niggas hate me | |
| Cause I see dumpin' on his ass diggety daily | |
| Buck them Slob niggas | |
| Fuck them 'Brand niggas | |
| Fuck them Snoops niggas and them Die-'Ru niggas | |
| This is the motherfuckin' A-D double C | |
| B-Dog killer Cuz, you should've been a L-O-C | |
| (TROLL) | |
| Die-'Rus better shake the spot when I'm high | |
| Got a 17 shot | |
| With infra-blue in a Glock | |
| In a drop top deuce, gettin' loose on you Snoop fools | |
| But it ain't no rules in this game givin' Slobs blue | |
| Killin' up shit for the Crips on the East Side | |
| Fuck a B-Side, cause C-Side is where the two C's Ride | |
| The best, not forget about the Crip's on the west | |
| Cause they steady puttin' motherfuckin' Slob to rest | |
| In their casket | |
| That shit is drastic, you slippin' hectic like Magic | |
| You vanish when they cap in your back bitch | |
| From this East Side gangsta call me Troll Loc | |
| Dead rags gettin' tear with the red throw | |
| Jaws brokes, Slobs shot out from the shoulders | |
| Punk I told you | |
| So step and I'm gonna fold you | |
| Bustin' caps on these Slobs at night | |
| Cause it's East Side Kelly Park Crip 4 Life | |
| (RIDER-J) | |
| Now once again my friend it's time to up the C in | |
| Servin' motherfuckers | |
| Lives was end | |
| We on mission - shit | |
| This is a hard test | |
| We takin' no flees, no burgers on ass ain't no joke | |
| This shit for real so don't be hard | |
| You not a Slob but still | |
| It's like a dream | |
| That's come true | |
| And caught in the zone | |
| Boom, you're through cause I'm serious | |
| I make your life end | |
| And before you know your life's been at | |
| You started this shit | |
| Made your own rule but you're just too stupid | |
| Sucker you a Snoop, you in a zone | |
| And watch we call Atlantic | |
| Cause when you see it's comin' know | |
| Don't panic | |
| I want you | |
| I want your all damn life | |
| And now I'm fill up to ends | |
| Even smoke your wife but not your kids | |
| Cause there too young to know | |
| But you fucked up Cuzz | |
| You gotta go |
| zuo ci : Big Freeze, GBone, RiderJ ... | |
| SIX PAC | |
| Well now I' m creepin' on your ass like a motherfuckin' frogman | |
| Six Pac' s the maniac from Franklin | |
| Uzi, AK, Tec9 millimeter | |
| Blastin' out the sunroof, drunk on Margarita | |
| Slobs ain' t shit, we' re gorgeous, ready for the raid | |
| Let ' em on pull up and watch me spray | |
| The F is for death and when I take that first | |
| They fuck with 103 | |
| You know ain' t no more Snoops left | |
| Shit, it' s an everyday thang and we gangbang | |
| Watts Franklin Square Crip no one can' t hang fool | |
| You get your motherfuckin' cap peeled | |
| Ain' t no joke and I' m smokin' all Slobs that stinks | |
| You thought ya slow me down when you put me in the wheel chair | |
| But that' s OK cause I still claimin' Squares | |
| Three Crips and a bomb with the FM is on | |
| Cixx Pac, Big Freeze and my nigga young Keystone | |
| SCARFACE | |
| GBone pass the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin' | |
| In my party while we crippin' | |
| You know this nigga slippin' | |
| Tell all the Cripalette to get into the nbsp?? | |
| You gon' tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in | |
| I can' t stand a nigga wearin' red shit, dead shit | |
| Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit | |
| Because I' m livin' in a blue pearl, blue world | |
| It ain' t no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl | |
| Cause Slob niggas listen up, pay attention, I' m Scarface from Atlantic | |
| In case I didn' t mention, the crazy Lil' Hawk | |
| Just wanna make a bitch and got a gun to the Slob head | |
| Playin' Russian roulette, so bet | |
| Now check but do it for your set | |
| If you down with the Slob killer Cuz | |
| You say what the hell | |
| Offbrandies really can' t stand me | |
| So I' m surroundin' about the Crips in Compton nbsp?? this | |
| I kick kack I see cool in the cut | |
| I catch the Slob I' ma shoot his ass and his nuts | |
| Y' all niggas want problems come to my place | |
| And just remember the name: Atlantic' s Scarface | |
| BIG FREEZE | |
| Sort of like a dump truck | |
| But I don' t dump no dirt | |
| I' m dump the funk you shoot my trunk to put you Slobs to work | |
| You Snoop niggas just tryin' to dis to count you up in the street | |
| You couldn' t fade me, yo I' m crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then | |
| Daze me and amaze me that you' re Rip for tryin' to Crip the 44 in your face | |
| And have you pushin' up daisies | |
| When push comin' short I get psycho | |
| So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol | |
| The nick name: Freeze | |
| I represent: Watts | |
| And if I catch you slippin' best believe what you get got | |
| It' s some of this lead when I catch you on chin | |
| Over than a green as I bank once again | |
| And when you' re knees buckle pump | |
| Nigga you be seen it starts I' m layin' in the cut to fuck you up | |
| Like the red card | |
| Check this out, I' m Franklin Crip ride | |
| You see me every night | |
| If you got beef with me well nigga you know we can fire up | |
| I got my Locs who serve ' em Snoops with a fat sack | |
| I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back | |
| When I nbsp??? him | |
| It' s Freeze so you won' t be fade him | |
| The top to get the drop and where I stay | |
| It' s the stadium | |
| Nuthin' beats the feelin of your grill when I' m stealin' | |
| They don' t believe I' m crazy so I guess I got to kill you | |
| Push from the shoulder I get wicked | |
| I' m at the top of the crack | |
| Finna kick you with the Crip, yes | |
| Slob motherfuckers get stole on inner face | |
| Get with them one of this | |
| This Unabomber I caught you in the way | |
| Hey you should I told you ' bout Locs like me | |
| America' s sarcastic belegerent and skip if | |
| You got a bullet proof | |
| ?? and I keep the plan see | |
| We raise up the ghetto | |
| A menace to society | |
| GBONE | |
| Cuz I gotta grab the strap, pull the trigger and blast | |
| This Snoop' s in my hood and I don' t give a fuckin' past | |
| So we got to get gaffle, scuffle and buck it up | |
| Slob slippin' on this side straight get shut the fuck up | |
| This is BK to the motherfuckin' heart | |
| I' m from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park | |
| Cause we put in work and take this Slob out without a doubt | |
| Pop pop, biggety bang Cuz, duck, run and hide out | |
| Cover up, duck and run but don' t slip | |
| Cause I' m precised when it come to empty clips | |
| Click Tec 9 throw that ass up | |
| Down on their ground Slobs shut the fuck up | |
| He lost his life cause he was slippin', flossin' and frontin' | |
| The S on his chest like he was Super Slob or somethin' | |
| SLOB KI double LA | |
| That Slob is dead so he can' t come to retaliate | |
| Fuck them Slob niggas let ' em come cack and trip | |
| I got a Tec 9 with 230 round clips | |
| On safe thinkin' Slob niggas hate me | |
| Cause I see dumpin' on his ass diggety daily | |
| Buck them Slob niggas | |
| Fuck them ' Brand niggas | |
| Fuck them Snoops niggas and them Die' Ru niggas | |
| This is the motherfuckin' AD double C | |
| BDog killer Cuz, you should' ve been a LOC | |
| TROLL | |
| Die' Rus better shake the spot when I' m high | |
| Got a 17 shot | |
| With infrablue in a Glock | |
| In a drop top deuce, gettin' loose on you Snoop fools | |
| But it ain' t no rules in this game givin' Slobs blue | |
| Killin' up shit for the Crips on the East Side | |
| Fuck a BSide, cause CSide is where the two C' s Ride | |
| The best, not forget about the Crip' s on the west | |
| Cause they steady puttin' motherfuckin' Slob to rest | |
| In their casket | |
| That shit is drastic, you slippin' hectic like Magic | |
| You vanish when they cap in your back bitch | |
| From this East Side gangsta call me Troll Loc | |
| Dead rags gettin' tear with the red throw | |
| Jaws brokes, Slobs shot out from the shoulders | |
| Punk I told you | |
| So step and I' m gonna fold you | |
| Bustin' caps on these Slobs at night | |
| Cause it' s East Side Kelly Park Crip 4 Life | |
| RIDERJ | |
| Now once again my friend it' s time to up the C in | |
| Servin' motherfuckers | |
| Lives was end | |
| We on mission shit | |
| This is a hard test | |
| We takin' no flees, no burgers on ass ain' t no joke | |
| This shit for real so don' t be hard | |
| You not a Slob but still | |
| It' s like a dream | |
| That' s come true | |
| And caught in the zone | |
| Boom, you' re through cause I' m serious | |
| I make your life end | |
| And before you know your life' s been at | |
| You started this shit | |
| Made your own rule but you' re just too stupid | |
| Sucker you a Snoop, you in a zone | |
| And watch we call Atlantic | |
| Cause when you see it' s comin' know | |
| Don' t panic | |
| I want you | |
| I want your all damn life | |
| And now I' m fill up to ends | |
| Even smoke your wife but not your kids | |
| Cause there too young to know | |
| But you fucked up Cuzz | |
| You gotta go |
| zuò cí : Big Freeze, GBone, RiderJ ... | |
| SIX PAC | |
| Well now I' m creepin' on your ass like a motherfuckin' frogman | |
| Six Pac' s the maniac from Franklin | |
| Uzi, AK, Tec9 millimeter | |
| Blastin' out the sunroof, drunk on Margarita | |
| Slobs ain' t shit, we' re gorgeous, ready for the raid | |
| Let ' em on pull up and watch me spray | |
| The F is for death and when I take that first | |
| They fuck with 103 | |
| You know ain' t no more Snoops left | |
| Shit, it' s an everyday thang and we gangbang | |
| Watts Franklin Square Crip no one can' t hang fool | |
| You get your motherfuckin' cap peeled | |
| Ain' t no joke and I' m smokin' all Slobs that stinks | |
| You thought ya slow me down when you put me in the wheel chair | |
| But that' s OK cause I still claimin' Squares | |
| Three Crips and a bomb with the FM is on | |
| Cixx Pac, Big Freeze and my nigga young Keystone | |
| SCARFACE | |
| GBone pass the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin' | |
| In my party while we crippin' | |
| You know this nigga slippin' | |
| Tell all the Cripalette to get into the nbsp?? | |
| You gon' tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in | |
| I can' t stand a nigga wearin' red shit, dead shit | |
| Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit | |
| Because I' m livin' in a blue pearl, blue world | |
| It ain' t no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl | |
| Cause Slob niggas listen up, pay attention, I' m Scarface from Atlantic | |
| In case I didn' t mention, the crazy Lil' Hawk | |
| Just wanna make a bitch and got a gun to the Slob head | |
| Playin' Russian roulette, so bet | |
| Now check but do it for your set | |
| If you down with the Slob killer Cuz | |
| You say what the hell | |
| Offbrandies really can' t stand me | |
| So I' m surroundin' about the Crips in Compton nbsp?? this | |
| I kick kack I see cool in the cut | |
| I catch the Slob I' ma shoot his ass and his nuts | |
| Y' all niggas want problems come to my place | |
| And just remember the name: Atlantic' s Scarface | |
| BIG FREEZE | |
| Sort of like a dump truck | |
| But I don' t dump no dirt | |
| I' m dump the funk you shoot my trunk to put you Slobs to work | |
| You Snoop niggas just tryin' to dis to count you up in the street | |
| You couldn' t fade me, yo I' m crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then | |
| Daze me and amaze me that you' re Rip for tryin' to Crip the 44 in your face | |
| And have you pushin' up daisies | |
| When push comin' short I get psycho | |
| So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol | |
| The nick name: Freeze | |
| I represent: Watts | |
| And if I catch you slippin' best believe what you get got | |
| It' s some of this lead when I catch you on chin | |
| Over than a green as I bank once again | |
| And when you' re knees buckle pump | |
| Nigga you be seen it starts I' m layin' in the cut to fuck you up | |
| Like the red card | |
| Check this out, I' m Franklin Crip ride | |
| You see me every night | |
| If you got beef with me well nigga you know we can fire up | |
| I got my Locs who serve ' em Snoops with a fat sack | |
| I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back | |
| When I nbsp??? him | |
| It' s Freeze so you won' t be fade him | |
| The top to get the drop and where I stay | |
| It' s the stadium | |
| Nuthin' beats the feelin of your grill when I' m stealin' | |
| They don' t believe I' m crazy so I guess I got to kill you | |
| Push from the shoulder I get wicked | |
| I' m at the top of the crack | |
| Finna kick you with the Crip, yes | |
| Slob motherfuckers get stole on inner face | |
| Get with them one of this | |
| This Unabomber I caught you in the way | |
| Hey you should I told you ' bout Locs like me | |
| America' s sarcastic belegerent and skip if | |
| You got a bullet proof | |
| ?? and I keep the plan see | |
| We raise up the ghetto | |
| A menace to society | |
| GBONE | |
| Cuz I gotta grab the strap, pull the trigger and blast | |
| This Snoop' s in my hood and I don' t give a fuckin' past | |
| So we got to get gaffle, scuffle and buck it up | |
| Slob slippin' on this side straight get shut the fuck up | |
| This is BK to the motherfuckin' heart | |
| I' m from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park | |
| Cause we put in work and take this Slob out without a doubt | |
| Pop pop, biggety bang Cuz, duck, run and hide out | |
| Cover up, duck and run but don' t slip | |
| Cause I' m precised when it come to empty clips | |
| Click Tec 9 throw that ass up | |
| Down on their ground Slobs shut the fuck up | |
| He lost his life cause he was slippin', flossin' and frontin' | |
| The S on his chest like he was Super Slob or somethin' | |
| SLOB KI double LA | |
| That Slob is dead so he can' t come to retaliate | |
| Fuck them Slob niggas let ' em come cack and trip | |
| I got a Tec 9 with 230 round clips | |
| On safe thinkin' Slob niggas hate me | |
| Cause I see dumpin' on his ass diggety daily | |
| Buck them Slob niggas | |
| Fuck them ' Brand niggas | |
| Fuck them Snoops niggas and them Die' Ru niggas | |
| This is the motherfuckin' AD double C | |
| BDog killer Cuz, you should' ve been a LOC | |
| TROLL | |
| Die' Rus better shake the spot when I' m high | |
| Got a 17 shot | |
| With infrablue in a Glock | |
| In a drop top deuce, gettin' loose on you Snoop fools | |
| But it ain' t no rules in this game givin' Slobs blue | |
| Killin' up shit for the Crips on the East Side | |
| Fuck a BSide, cause CSide is where the two C' s Ride | |
| The best, not forget about the Crip' s on the west | |
| Cause they steady puttin' motherfuckin' Slob to rest | |
| In their casket | |
| That shit is drastic, you slippin' hectic like Magic | |
| You vanish when they cap in your back bitch | |
| From this East Side gangsta call me Troll Loc | |
| Dead rags gettin' tear with the red throw | |
| Jaws brokes, Slobs shot out from the shoulders | |
| Punk I told you | |
| So step and I' m gonna fold you | |
| Bustin' caps on these Slobs at night | |
| Cause it' s East Side Kelly Park Crip 4 Life | |
| RIDERJ | |
| Now once again my friend it' s time to up the C in | |
| Servin' motherfuckers | |
| Lives was end | |
| We on mission shit | |
| This is a hard test | |
| We takin' no flees, no burgers on ass ain' t no joke | |
| This shit for real so don' t be hard | |
| You not a Slob but still | |
| It' s like a dream | |
| That' s come true | |
| And caught in the zone | |
| Boom, you' re through cause I' m serious | |
| I make your life end | |
| And before you know your life' s been at | |
| You started this shit | |
| Made your own rule but you' re just too stupid | |
| Sucker you a Snoop, you in a zone | |
| And watch we call Atlantic | |
| Cause when you see it' s comin' know | |
| Don' t panic | |
| I want you | |
| I want your all damn life | |
| And now I' m fill up to ends | |
| Even smoke your wife but not your kids | |
| Cause there too young to know | |
| But you fucked up Cuzz | |
| You gotta go |
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