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bloods & crips - slob b.k.o. lyrics

[verse 1: awol]
i feel like busting a cap in the face of a slob fool
i’ve been a crip from the gitty-up, been cool
another kelly at the scene of a crime spree
i get paid, i don’t murder motherf-ckers for free
it’s like you gotta see dead to play your card
smoke any young snoop and national guard
they got m-16’s, no a.k.’s
with 47 ways, i can stand up and gat for days
grab the strap, grab the beanie
wardrobe dark so the slobs don’t see me
we calling a truce, but if the snoops wanna trip
i break up the meeting and tell them, “n-gga, this still crip!”
kelly park just giving the punch, n-gga
atlantic drive’s up the way, so the mafia’s bigger
neighborhood has got the gats, you don’t hear me though
south side break it down to the syllabul
spooks town’s in the next room
acacia block steady giving n-ggas the blues
my n-ggas up to no good
farm dogs, park village, nutty block, and pocket hood
tragniew, mona, and carver park
steady putting in work on the lueders mark
palmer block, santana, and original front
gotta k!ll a slob every single day of the month
siix hoods and ducky hoods got to have fun
while the swamp put in work on 1-5-1
tic-toc, another slob drop
anzac gangsta crip and lantana block
set tripping, going from the toe, that’s a no-no
you wanna scr-p, but i’m reaching for my 44

[chorus: ebony]
reaching for the 44
i’m reaching for the 44
looks like another slob b.k.o
i’m reaching for the 44
looks like another slob b.k.o

[verse 2: do or die aka a-love & sin loc]
punch the slobs in they motherf-cking grill
hit the crip–ss n-ggas in compton and it’s motherf-cking real
so listen to the vocal track
and you motherf-cking slobs better step your -ss back
’cause a n-gga’s getting funky on the real level
n-ggas dying, n-ggas working for the devil
i’ma tell you like this, g
if i have to k!ll me a n-gga, that’s just what it’s gotta cee
’cause i’ma scr-p off the top
put a n-gga on chill and knock his -ss out like a rock
and drop him right like a bad habit
and now you know that i’ma reach for my motherf-cking automatic
yo, dog, want to grab it
and let them n-ggas know that they can’t have it?
i’m busting the sh-lls on a snoop b-tch
and f-ck a snoop n-gga ’cause he’s a motherf-cking trick
so duck your -ss, motherf-cker
’cause if you don’t, then your monkey -ss straight gotta suffer
suffer some sh-t from a pro
just another crip block and go

[chorus: ebony & domino aka genuine draft]
i’m reaching for the 44
looks like another slob b.k.o
(yo, what’s up with that crip n-gga?)
i’m reaching for the 44

[verse 3: domino aka genuine draft]
i got love for them crip n-ggas every day
hate a slob like a muslim on the kkk
hit up the city [?] i better
lbc, plug a slug in the middle letter
what’s up with that snoop–ss jungle b-tch?
slob that, slob this, now that’s some sick sh-t
and if you’re slobbing, f-ck being a brother
suck sh-t, do a stroll and just die, motherf-ckers
i think a bootie try to smoke the g the other way
called up the homies from the hood and then i start to say
“same old slob–ss b-tches try to straight spray
so load up until you caught and the a.k.”
when the glock in the dark, homies hitting me up
now, it’s on for them motherf-cking chicken bucks
hit the corner where i was and seen a red shirt
mad like a motherf-cker, so i had to blast first
they saw us running ’cause they feel what we got for them
but we connecting, so they falling like a rainstorm
time to go, since we sensed mr. 5-0
crips on that trip with another f-cking slob out

[chorus: ebony]
44
looks like another slob b.k.o
well, i’m reaching for the 44
looks like another slob b.k.o
44
it looks like another slob b.k.o
44
it looks like another slob b.k.o
44
it looks like another slob b.k.o
44…

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