[Intro: OYG Big Wy & OYG Lil' Hawk]
Yeah, that gangsta-ass shit
YG
Y muthafuckin' G's
WOOP WOOP
Let these niggas know, man
That's right, nigga
Yo, punk, what's up, fool?
K-Dawg
[Verse 1: OYG Lil' Hawk]
Now, I'm headed to the store, once again it's on
You call it Thunderbird, I call that shit Jim Jones
I need a fifth, to start off my muthafuckin' day
I'm feelin' good as fuck and I'm almost my way (haha!), to CK
These, punk-ass niggas, this is CMG
Your number one Crab killas (That's right)
From the 4 to the 'Shaw even Century
On Figueroa we got it sowed up
Rollin' with the DOB
Fuck Crabs 'cause, nigga, I'm blastin' from the O.G. Inglewood (To Denver and Nebraska!)
And I ain't fuckin' with no bustas
Only them Damu Ridin' CK'n motherfuckas (CK'n mothafuckas)
And they ain't showin' no mercy when they hoo-ride
Leavin' no clues but a motherfuckin' homicide
Lil' Hawk YG which is me
And CK, you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool
Ahahahahahahahahaha!
[Verse 2: O.G. Broncoe]
Motherfuck a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty
'Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slip 'n slidin' with my fuckin' enemy
Now it's the time to leave the planet or die
Open your chest with your vest, Slobs, and see you later, bye
Paper thin ass wax bangers, the shit done hit the fan, Loc
Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes
Nigga, choose your muthafuckin' weapon
Brownies, brass knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson, I'm guessin'
That you would play the tough guy and think that you're the shit
But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extra clips
Fully equipped on the set trip 'cause I know this shit's stompin'
Snatch your heart outta your chest
And we can watch you stop hoppin'
Toe tags, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride
East Side Rip Ridaz, F or Death on mine!
Fuck all Slobs, Cuz, you die, mothafucka
[Verse 3: Evil Bat (Batman)]
Six muthafuckas, .357 hollow point Magnum shells
Closed casket made this Crab mama yell
Pendleton, khakis, pig tails
And Stars on my feet
Me and Puff had to wreck
And my homie Satanic Sneak
I creep, drop my specialty
'Cause I'm a professional
Gangbang is gangsterous
I live my life in dangerous ways
I go days without eatin', I'm steady sippin' on Night Train
CK Rida, killin' Crabs till I die
Gangsta Mr. Bat and niggas wonder why
Why I put it down on a muthafuckin' Crab, nigga
Eastside Swan Gangsta Bat
Down to pull the trigga, comin' through the alley with a muthafuckin' AK
Yeah, nigga, yellow tape
Fuck Crabs
Fuck Crabs, fuck Crabs, fuck Crabs
Shouts out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up, Blood?
'94, and we out
[Verse 4: Cixx Pac]
Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip or, Crip or, Crip or die
Snoops Rest in Piss, nigga, you know why
Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up, like a fire truck
Face to face with death stuck, shit outta luck
Nigga, you just met an archangel
You can say I walk my Satan 'cause I'm smokin' Slobs' mandle
Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares
And let the homies take it from there
Nigga, you like red so much?
Now check this out
Tie him to a tree and pour gas on his head and mouth
Well, if it's on then it's on, stick a match to him
And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him
Fool, I ain't playin' for this '9-4 season
Eastside FCG, nigga, you know the reason
Blue rag hangin' out the blue Dickies
Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mossberg with me
It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop
I take a trip to the 5th and give me a stick of that loop, shit
And now I'm feelin' like the king of the planet
You ain't Crippin', you slippin', about to meet my automatic
Yeah, nigga, fuck all Slobs, it's F for Death
[Verse 5: OYG Green Eyez]
Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick
My muthafuckin' initiation
Straight bustin' out of a station wagon, never draggin'
I gots to kick in and out
Down in a hole into a Snoop? and killin' every nigga wearin' flue now
What's next on my muthafuckin' menu
I got to find some muthafuckin' Crab to put a fuckin' cap into
To earn some stripes
Green Eyez need some mo'
And I better not catch you slippin', bumpin' Steady Dippin' on the 4
And let me show you fuckin' Crabs how low I can get
I'll kill your whole family and your pregnant Crab bitch about to give birth, to a baby Crab
Now that nigga shit outta luck
That's why I murdered the lil' fuck
This Bangin' on Wax deuce
Fuck the truce
Big Wy, I'm high, so pass the muthafuckin' Gin and juice
While I slip the clip in and commence the set trippin'
And smoke all these muthafuckin' Crabs that I catch slippin'
Yeah, yeah, fuck the Crabs, I gotta say what's up to the IFG Gang
[Verse 6: AWOL]
I went to church for years but I only learned one thing good
So you can't blame it on Jesus
'Cause he said love thy neighborhood
I got a Cuzzin from Elm and one from the Mob
I put that on my daddy, I'mma kill them niggas, fuck Slobs
Where you from, Loc? You don't have to ask me
Lotion my tats so my KP ain't ashy
I serve Snoops on Cherry Street
And Seattle Central District where the Compton's meet, fool
I gangbang, hoo-bang, wall-bang
See my name struck up on the 91 Freeway
So all Slobs better hide tonight
Hide tonight 'cause the K Gang's hoo-ridin'
On my side, his side, your side
Them Slobs from the other side get a 4-5, right
You might run from a Kelly with heat
'Cause the Slob ain't dead gotta rest in grief, nigga
[Outro: AWOL]
Eastside Kelly Park...
