lirik lagu bloods crips - every dog has his day
(awol)
i wanna kill a slob it’s the fifth of the month
blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front
blue pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my -ss
black glock in my hand just in case i gotta blast, see
you get gaffled like a b-tch if you chin check
the a-k 47 put him on his back
broke him down to his motherf-ckin’ mainframe
dropped top forehead lookin’ at that slob’s brain
make a slob break out in a sweat
cause i’m a kelly gangsta a-k-a a walkin’ threat
b.g. n-gg-s do it the most, i got my a-k
ready and steady servin’ slobs problems loc
how in the f-ck can i mix with the inglewood?!
i only got love for third of my own hood
killin’ when i’m rollin’ with my n-gg-s
not just any n-gg-s but them killa slob n-gg-s
f-ckin’ with a kelly park crip now you know
i give a slob a home on palmer when bullets roll
ain’t no more steppin’ through the smog nor creepin’ through the fog
i’m a motherf-ckin’ loc sayin’ f-ck all dogs
every dog has his day, every dog has his day…
(i’m a dog killa, i’m a dog killa, i’m a b-dog killa)
(g-bone)
slobs better kick at and pay a f-ck attention
i’m crippin’ through your hood on a slob killin’ mission
strap on my lap all ready for the k’s up?
to the other side i’m makin’ slob drop
raise out the window pull the trigga and i blast
pumps some of that lead in a slob n-gg- -ss
the n-gg- rolled over and i shot him in the f-ckin’ jaw
hollow sh-lls in my sh-t, blew his sh-t the f-cked off
mr. gang bang motherf-cker boogie b-tch
slob n-gg- don’t slip cause i’ma c-ck the set trip
snoop should have knew i was a trigga happy n-gg-
original baby gangsta atlantic drive crip gang member
i’m a straight motherf-ckin’ brim murderer
none that peace makin’ n-gg-, a bullet stone cold killa
a n-gg- called bone that’s a motherf-ckin’ hog
a loc’d out crip b-k n-gg- f-ck the dog!
(chorus)
(six pac)
shiiiit
now i’m a menace from the past kickin’ hoo-ride best
tons of blue rag in their dice game and watch ’em catch whiplash
d-mn flood who did it and i’ma bank him
and while i’m blastin’ i’m yellin’ out franklin!
see i’m a soldier thought i done told ya
and everytime you slip
i’ma peel up fool
you snoops think they slick
tryin’ to creep
through the park
but the n-gg- six pac? like tiger sharks
they sniff a mack
then roll ’em up like that bomb
? and win their daughters like a watts loc vietnam?
leavin’ a killa dead bodies n-gg- dressed in red
but that’s o-k a motherf-cker look better dead
california revolution independent pistol slinger
watts franklin crip o.g. g-ngb-nger
a 44 mag to the dome when i take him home
boom! boom! on the corner another slob is gone
(chorus)
(troll)
look who you stuck with
a kelly you don’t wanna f-ck with
so slobs duck quick cause i’m fits to f-ck up sh-t
and it’s a must i kill d-o-g’s
dead rags gettin’ served tryin’ to f-ck with these
two c’s
puttin’ ’em on their godd-mn backs
slob fools throw back when i’m packin’ a gat
set trippin’ if you caught
in your colors dead shirt
dead pants leaves a dead motherf-cker
so all snoops better bang repercussion
tuck your rags in or get killed tryin’ to floss it
sportin’ that bullsh-t
i’ll get your card pulled quick
test me if you will but i’m p-ss ’em with full clips
and
another die-‘ru lies restin’ in pieces
put my gat to his mouth and made his b-tch -ss see it
so when you see a b.g.
drop down and pray
cause every motherf-ckin’ dog is fits to have his day
(chorus)
(big freeze & bronco)
crips bustin’ shots from glocks to slobs steady droppin’
killin’ off all slobs cause see cuz it ain’t no peace poppin’
eastside watts madness snoop buster
crip 4 live
do or die
f for death motherf-cker!
servin’ you slobs on a day to day basis
can’t floss on real boss so what’s up with your b-tch trick?
down with the franklin fudge front from murder skills n-gg-
off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that kills
as i sn-tch the trigga of the tec or a-k
as i spray
cause all dogs have a day
to die you know why punk fool this is crip
give it up
what that f like bow down to the set trip
from sun up – to sun down
from franklin – to fudge town
should’ve been a crip cause slob n-gg-s get beated down
this is the life of a loc’d out slanger
active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber
so hip hip a motherf-ckin’ raid
i’m so takin’ f-ck peace makin’ every dog will have his day
(chorus)
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