CRIPS - C's in the Air lyrics

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Muthafucka bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka bring it on

Mutha-Muthafucka bring it on

[TWIN LOC]

Loc'd out in the brain from that muthafuckin' A gang

I bang with the down and remain for that money man

Blast me a slug pull the trigger blow his brains out

A tisket a tasket closed casket is what I'm talkin about

To blast a Slob leave him wealin' in a wheelchair

I really don't give a fuck

I really don't fuck or care

It's the Crip in me

I take Slobs like cats

Givin' up Avalon beat them down with bats

Check my tatts on my backarms forearms and neck

40 A.G.C. is what you get

It's the shit

I bust on Slobs on the regular

Fuck penicillin 'cause they need to get rid of that

Period collar busta I put that on the land

My homies beat down your homies with they barehead

A.G.C. enemies catch the blues

And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes

[chorus]

East/Side Avalon niggas simply don't care

So if your ass straight crippin throw them C's in the air

If you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip

Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]

Chitty-chitty-gangbang Avalon Crip Gang

Do this to the fullest 'cause I do this shit everyday

To spray this slug quick in a hurry

Pop-Pop to your dome now your mama gots to bury

Another bitch-ass Slob

That's what I'm singin'

Let me catch one of you bitch-ass niggas I'm straight sprayin'

Stayin down A's up to my homies

Especially to my niggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky Tony

And to all my soldiers in the muthafuckin' system

Ain't havin no bitch-ass Slob tryin' to dis them

We in it to win it loc'd out Crips roll and when I die

"I rolled Crippin'" graved in my tombstone

Realize a real loc'd out fuckin ride

With real gangsta lyrics stickin' like a screwdriver, I provide a

Strap for my homies if you willin for a Slob massacre

Another Avalon killer Cuzz

[chorus]

East/Side Avalon niggas simply don't care

So if your ass straight crippin throw them C's in the air

If you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip

Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

East/Side Avalon niggas simply don't care

So if your ass straight crippin throw them C's in the air

If you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip

Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]

Shot outs to my riders from the muthafuckin A

1-16, 88, 45, Trey

G.A., G-Mike, Skill Bill and that's real

And my nigga K-Fly just love to kill

Jeff O., Scrappa, Joe Cool, Boo and Cisco

And I can't forget about Snoop

And Baby Nose and Big Seeker

Givin' it up for the 88 streets

Forgot a gang of muthafuckin homies

But that's A-ight

still throw my A way in the air cause I just don't care

For the C-mix, the G-mix, ?G-sallad?

Got to get the hood tatted on my belly

Mobbin thru the hood on the quest for chips

Stayin heated cause I'm heated just in case you trip Crip

[TWIN LOC]

And we comin at your muthafuckin' ass

Yeah y'all thought we fell off

We comin' at you bitch-ass nigga

Cause I'm a G

But not like Warren

With them wack-ass beats and tracks that's bored

You know what I'm sayin'

For all you muthafuckas out there dissin

We gon' keep rollin

Dangerous in this bitch

For the C-mix

Throw your A's up

Muthafucka bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Bring it on

Bring it on

Bring it on

Muthafucka

Bring-bring-bring-bring-bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Bring-bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Bring it on

Muthafucka

Muthafucka

Muthafucka

Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka bring it on

Muthafucka bring it on

Mutha-Muthafucca bring it on