CRIPS

CRIPS - Throw the C's in the Air lyrics

rate me

[TWIN LOC]

Yeah

East Side Avalon 45 Crip (CaRIP!)

88, 11-6, you know what I'm sayin' (right Cuz)

And we doin' like that you know what I mean (yeah)

B-K (yeah)

Slob Killer (Slob!)

Fuck Sway

You see me though

Or do you hear me though

We about to break it off like this

Loc'd out

[TWIN LOC]

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

I bang with the down and remain for that money man

To jack me a slug, pull the trigger, blow his brains out

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

I blast a Slob, leave him wealin' in a wheelchair

I really don't give a fuck

I really don't fuck and care

Crip in me

I take Slobs like cats

Givin' up Avalon, beat them down with bats

Check my tatts on backarm, 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 beated down your homies with they barehead

A.G.C. enemies catch the blues

And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes

[TWIN LOC]

East/Side Avalon nigga simply don't care

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

If you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip

Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]

Chitty-chitty-bang-bang, 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 I'm singin'

Let me catch one of your 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 all my soldiers in the motherfuckin' system

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

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

I walk Crippin' graved in my tombstone

Realize a loc'd out real fuckin' rider

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

Strap for my homies if you willin for a Slob massacre

Another Avalon killin' Cuz

[TWIN LOC]

East/Side Avalon nigga simply don't care

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

Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip

Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]

Shot outs to my riders from the motherfuckin' A (that's right)

1-16, 88, 45, Trey (for life Cuz)

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

Poppin' O, Big Thinkin', Fifty and Double

Be puttin' this Crippin' takin' to the whole other level

Big Figure - givin' up to the 88 street

And leavin' busta down to the concrete

[TWIN LOC]

East/Side Avalon nigga simply don't care

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

Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip

Recognize that it's Avalon Crip...

[TWIN LOC]

I thought you knew, motherfuckers (that's right)

That's how the Avalon do it

Y'all better recognize

Dwellin' on the evil-ass East/Side

You know what I'm sayin'

Shout outs to the Twin

Big Leaf, Big Reef

J-Love, Runnin' too

(CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! - fuck them Slobs...)

You know I'm sayin'

Criminal, Humptie

Sam, Smile, I hear ya

Big Spank, you know what I'm sayin'

What's up baby?!

To all the homies Rest In Peace

Crazy Raggy you know what I'm sayin'

Ice Mike

Joker, Hearse, Hood

Especially

G-Jake and my brother A-Bone

A's up

See you when I get there, baby

Anybody...

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