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bloods & crips – k’s up lyrics

“you better get my m-th-f-ckin’ money back, you slob–ss b-tch
‘fore have my brother come here put some work in your punk–ss”

“what?!
lil’ n-gga you… you outta line right there lil’ homie, you step down”

“naw… f-ck you cuz
you better get my sh-t back ‘fore you get bust tho”

“no, it’s like this
you dropped your money there lil’ n-gga and i’mma take it
you can go get your big brother, n-gga”

“get down, you take it fool
i’ll k!ll your old–ss slob, you better get my sh-t back
i bust your -ss my m-th-f-ckin’ d-mn self n-gga!”

[awol]
by now you should know that this is the b-k, n-gga
slobs kinda deep but the crips much bigger
blue ben davis and i keep this sh-t saggin’
i’m proud that the k gang straight blue raggin’
n-gga, what do you gonna do about a n-gga like me?
a slob run up, i say: n-gga, this the c!
cause everybody know that i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ crip
i got a glock 9 waitin’ for you slip
so slob get gaffled like b-tches when they chit chat
start wearin’ the blue or get a peel cap
that’s in effect he’s tryin’ to f-ck with me
while i’m slangin’ the ki’s and makin’ my g’s, g
what’s the use in the elm with a dead rag
lueders park chopped up in a hefty bag
holly hood in a slip knot
moma’s boy chopped up in a zip lock
no pipe but i do smoke weed though
a twin sack of the bomb–ss indo
did it once and i do it again
i’m from the c-o-m-p-t-o-n n-gga

compton [x15]
compton’s in the house

[awol]
k’s up
another crip face from the east side
baby gangsta down with the hoo ride
can’t trust no off-brand
so a n-gga gotta bail with a strap in my hand
elm street, lime hood get crazy
choked up on a f-ckin’ 3-80
awol gotta go in again
k’s up, hoes’s down cause i’m puttin’ the point in
swayhooks wanna trip on a crip
but an evil k will straight empty a whole clip
can’t mix with the inglewood f-ggot
twinky slob or crenshaw maggot
fruit town get clowned like tree top
cedar block, lueders park get the pop pop
can’t fade a young–ss b.g
more prop when i’m bailin’ in the k-c
khakis low – slangin’ llello
k’s up – i’m gone off the indo

“what’s up big brother cuz?
you slob n-gga tried to get me fo’ my money, cuz!”

“n-gga i ain’t tried to do that cuz, was you in the hood lil’ n-gga?”

“no, i always over there in that n-gga hood”

“sh-t, moma gon’ f-ck your lil’ -ss up, n-gga”

“bullsh-t cuz, you got to gimme the a-k so i can smoke that m-th-f-cka!”

“that sh-t bigger than you cuz”

“brothas check this out, n-gga, let’s do run up and check the fools out though”

“yeah”

[awol]
awol is comin’ strong, i’m pullin’ the 9 trigger
50 percent black but 100 percent n-gga
one of the b.g’s fightin’ with sticks and stones
but if i got a gat – it’s on
i ain’t color blind, i see blue and red n-gga
do the wrong color and you in the dead n-gga
you ain’t c-k’n it, won’t you stop sayin’ it
get the ’47 cause i love b-k’n it
like t-bird “comin’ out the cage”
time to l!ck the m-th-f-ckin’ sh-lls out the guage
crippin ain’t easy but it’s fun – i got get my gun
so i can k!ll dedrum
badboys – whatcha wanna do though?
i got a 4-4 for a punk ave-noodle
i’m goin to a cripnic to flood the days up
hub city , see the crip face n-gga, k’s up

“hey cuz, n-gga, that slob n-gga, right there, gimme the strap cuz!!!”

“hey… hey cuz, don’t get his -ss beat, f-ck you cuz!”

“aw cuz, gimme the strap ??? for your -ss”

“you m-th-f-cka shoot his -ss”

“slob m-th-f-ckin’ die slob die! n-gga this is kelly park!
die you slob m-th-f-cka… cuz… let’s go, let’s go!…”

compton…
compton’s in the house

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