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Throw The C's In The Air
作词:Chester Burnett
Yeah East Side Avalon 45 Crip (CaRIP!) 88, 11-6, You know what I'm sayin' (right 'Cause) 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
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
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
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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' 'Cause
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
Shot outs to my riders from the motherfuckin' A (that's right) 1-16, 88, 45, Trey (for life 'Cause) 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
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
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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