CANTANTE: Crips

TITULO:Nationwide Rip Ridaz

Verse one:
I cast out cased up loc locked down i'm a menace
I gives it up i give a fuck a loc for life cuz i'm with it
I see fresh dressed like a million bucks
I am the lowest rip rida in the navy blue chucks
Not the low top type cuz they slip and they slide
With the high tops and the gangstaz with the stars on the side
I'm buckin all brands all slobs bitches and tricks
And i'm from eastside fushtown mafia crip
Watts up to my homiez on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin paid on the front line
I rob for c side, death to my enemy
Mission to make a mill and chill with my big gz
Verse two:
I got a heat for you slob niggaz slippin
Set trippin is my favorite pastime loc cuz i'm crippin
See a slob if he swerve too deep in a suburban
Pull up close to the curb, get up close so i can serve him
Ain't no mercey or grace
Put him in his place
Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face
Nationwide eastside watts franklin square crip ride
Another straight hood slippin another straight just died
I ain't lying when i say you see me dumpin
Eastside nationwide rip ride is quick to move some (on that eastside)
Verse three:
The agcs, straight rollin on that eastside, right
Where gangstaz like to ride
And do a homicide
I catch a slob slippin
I break his fuckin neck
And puttin these busta punk niggaz straight in check
Talkin 'bout youz a gangsta
Nigga youz a busta
Runnin slobs over
Nigga you can't trust a
Nigga from the a-v, a-l-o-n-g-e, s-t-a
And i'm a spray when i have ta
Busta, i case you out the hood
Because you know the og ?cellies? straight up to no good
Wood, you try to test me and get stray dog
Cuz i'll be rollin muthafuckaz like lumber jacks roll logs
Peep the real crippin
Back in '69 you young rookies don't know shit
About your melon & big cookie
Doing ?dips in green metals?
I'm that little bitty fella runnin around
While my niggaz bustin caps
Hello, recognize nigga when those gangstaz comin through
Dressed in blue
And we did it just for you
Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf
And i'll be tossin niggaz like a muthafucking nerf
And i'm out
Chours:
Nationwide rip ride, rip ridaz (4x)
Verse four: scarface and g-bone
Don't panic, this atlantic move my strap in your mouth
I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin south
Never slippin steady dippin thats the way that we're crippin
Buck a slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin
Gangsta bone jumped out with the gauge point blank then said
Nigga fuck slob, this the ad gang
Slob niggaz should have known that the bone is a killer
South atlantic drop compton crip, fuck them slob niggaz
Nationwide rip ride, nigga this the double s
Young gangsta goin be your face puttin slobs to rest
Nigga this crip so whats poppin wit that bk
Like i said last time every dog has its day
Slobs keep slippin when i'm dippin comin up short
Smoke like a muthafucker nine for the new port
Nigga this the ad rollin with the southside
Straight crip face nationwide nigga rip ride
Verse five:
Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either loc
So i can miss the smoke
Fuck a slob from cedar
I'm on alameda
On my way to elm with the glock 10 mm
A hoo-ride ain't shit to me
187 on the muthafuckin m-o-b
K, k-p-b-g, fuck a slob
Ak 47 on the lolly-pop mob, loc
I'm kelly crip with my homiez from the n game
Eastside rip ride to the membrane
The 47 still giving it up
And fuck a slob, i'm a muthafuckin compton nut
Verse six: koollay
I represent that eastside rip
Don't even trip
When i hit you up with that watts franklin crip
Fool ain't no stoppin when i'm out there wig shoppin
Throwin down slobs from inglewood to compton
Quick to pop up on deck with a teck
Spot a slob and try my best to take off his neck
They should of told you about this loc-sta
Out there bangin, with killaz and sherm smokerz
I'm claimin f till i'm finally put to rest
And till then i'm bringing nothing but total death
Koollay big g from the fc
Watts franklin crip till they burry me
Verse seven: big cixx
The eastside is where i ride
Fool is get that straight fcg till i reach them golden gates
Do or die, crip or cry, i thought i told ya
Runnin from c-i-x and i'm a fold ya
So think twice if your movin through my n hood
Niggaz see deep and them swears up to no good
Watts the city of tombstone
The evil side same fool slippin
Is the same fool just died
So remember what goes on in them tombstone
You ain't got your chrome you best stay at home
It ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise
You better recognize
Nationwide rip ride
Chorus
Northside, southside, eastside, westside