bloods & crips – gangsta talk lyrics
[intro: white motherf-cker & crips & bloods]
five bloods, fi-five crips
i wanna find out what’s the problem, why you guys can’t get along, what’s the problem
(person 1: you know white motherf-cker, get yo’ -ss outta here punk)
(person 2: give us a f-cking job that’s what you should do)
(person 1: get yo’ motherf-ckin’ -ss outta here)
(person 3: motherf-cker y’all the reason we k!llin’ each-other anyway)
come on guys we’re trying get along here
(person: 4 get this cracka sh-t up outta here)
-bloods & crips yelling at white motherf-cker-
(person 5: wait a minute man, what the f-ck is wrong with y’all man, godd-mn)
(person 5: i got a f-ckin’ solution ’cause i’m tired of you little brothers, bangin’, shootin’ each-other up, lil’ homies gettin’ k!lled)
(person 6: i’m tired too)
(person 7: i know the solution get a pistol and regulate ’em, that’s my solution)
(person 5: hey man, hey man this is the f-ckin’ solution, we got a f-ckin’ record if you got a problem with him, he got a problem with you, take out his mother f-ckin’ -ss)
(person 8: you gon’ pay me motherf-cker)
(person 5: you godd-mn right i’m gon pay you, that’s why i’m here)
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