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bloods - can't lyrics

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
c-k till my motherf-ckin’ casket drops

(lil’ hawk)
blood in, blood out
steppin’ up in my fresh red chucks
all crabs run up and all crabs get rushed
d-mn now i gots to watch my back again
hooked up with the homies mr. mack and the 10
cause if it’s on then it’s on let the funk begin
i’m goin’ out like a soldier c and the m
45 on my lap 4 extra clips and
lil’ boy flue you don’t wanna set trip
it ain’t no stoppin’ this sh-t
but you wouldn’t have known
that them crenshaw mafia n-ggas keeps it rollin’
cause if it’s gon’ pop then let it pop
cause n-gga with me is like i can’t stop and i won’t stop

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
c-k till my motherf-ckin’ casket drops

(laniak)
tanqueray is the drink that gots me f-cked up
so the first thang that i would like to say is west up!
to my motherf-ckin’ damu down figueroa, the mafioso
my east side n-gga mango be up your homie but f-ck a hoe though
my intro so way you need to ?nickel? gangsterism
i’m fadin’ n-ggas, fadin’ their evil back is gettin with ’em, plus i’m
hittin’ on a motherf-ckin’ ??
until i dizzie b-tch
i’ll be high off chronic
i got these shouts out to my n-gga hawk duece
from lil’ laniak duece
because my n-gga gets loose
to y’all n-ggas that’s strapped i respect that
but still watch your back cause laniak is bustin’ tecs back
it don’t stop

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
c-k till my motherf-ckin’ casket drops

(green eyes)
now as i’m takin’ the motherf-ckin’ phoney to the brains
my n-ggas claim that i’m insane on crabs i’m goin’ nuts main
pumpin’ lead in they -ss like everyday
and make your f-ckin’ mama holler out c-k
green eyes – the 104 blood gangsta
promotin’ bloods and for crabs i has no love
shouts to the w’s, swans, lanes and a.p.b.’s
five line bounty hunters, b.p.s. and the i.n.g.’s
?? i can’t forget about the crenshaw mafiosos
and all my motherf-cking homies claimin’ weirdo

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop

(batman)
oh sh-t
.9 millermetre crabs get served
i got the blood, the g, the cherry koolay
and the thunderbird
my motherf-ckin’ homies who be hangin’ the deuce
??? freeze and n-ggas like me
we get loose
i put in work i drop a crab n-gga with my glock
and when ’em hollow points spits i make his heart stop
we bloods is anybody k!ller when i’m watching my back
rebuilt the shadow of death
is k!lling all blacks
?? the power is them eyes
keep them motherf-ckers peeled
and don’t be a victim you get that -ss k!lled
crabs don’t get caught slippin’
don’t stop won’t stop
eastside swans, head to tip to top, blood

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
c-k till my motherf-ckin’ casket drops

(yank)
cl!ck-cl!ck-bang was the sound of glock 40, main
five lines four deep looking for some rips to fade
stabbin’ down imperial but ain’t nothing poppin’
buffle up on brenshaw now we headed towards bompton
at the 120th he had got stopped by the redlight
i grab the glizock i got the ?? and i grip that motherf-cker tight
and i just might circle back around i finished
pour one in your chest and watch your breath the man is quick
f-ck it, i’m messed up
and the hunters is the blame, automatic is the weapon gangsta yank
is my name
the hunters can’t stop and they won’t stop

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
c-k till my motherf-ckin’ casket drops

(pops & dog)
it’s the p-o-p-s finna roll ya
c-k all day young motherf-ckin’ soldier
it’s the y-g gangsta creep that bank ya, f-ck crabs
i break you down without a sound now i’m rollin your zig-zags
uh, the sh-t that they claim makes me laugh
i tricky rickets’ life, we roll ’em up then i smoke their -ss
bloooooooood, i’m comin with that flow of the gangsta sh-t
i f-ck this crab b-tch because she loved bloods’ d-cks
i guess this static just gots to be your downfall
c-k when i’m sprayin’ and i’m layin’ down all y’all
i move creep real swift from the shoulders
if you press the issue then i gotta dismiss you
i’m the g poppa d and i can’t stop
i’m the y-g d-o-g and i won’t stop, f-ck the crabs

can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
can’t stop, won’t stop
c-k till my motherf-ckin’ casket drops..

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