[Verse 1: Cixx Pac]
Now here I come with that BK-47
Blood sit alright wit' me
Strapped with a MAC-11
Rollin' through Watts with TEC-9's and double up buckshots
Type of shit that's real known for killin' a cop
Now what's the flex the F flag, true rag?
THE BLUE RAG!
Look at the news
ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG
Crippin' like a cat in the cut
But caught, slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool, it's Crip for life, I thought you knew
I guess by night you know my heart pump blue
Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side
Niggas with them F's in the end chantin' Crip or Die (Crip or Die)
Ain't no escapin' when you enter the Franklin Square
You call it help, fool, we'll call it Truth or Dare
So remember my name and my motherfuckin' face
I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates
[Hook]
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
[Verse 2: AWOL & Trouble Loc]
Awol got a down Crip bitch
Trouble Loc
Down for the Crip shit
I killed a few Slobs so I think it's enough
If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up!
I only say K's up
'Cause my nigga's from the K
But this is Westside motherfuckin' PBH
Killin' Slob-ass bitches and crackers
Quick to kill a Crip if the Crab try to jack us
Fuck the world
All niggas gotta watch their back
'Cause nine times outta ten
I'm peelin' them niggas' caps
Gotta strap 'cause I feel like slain
On the Eastside
MSBK'n, fool
The 47 just givin' it up
Fuck a Slob, I'm a motherfuckin' Compton nut
Straight Eastside Kelly Park Crippin'
We stay set trippin'
On them Slobs that's slippin'
[Hook]
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
[Verse 3: Troll Loc]
Undercover Slobs ain't shit, that's on Crip I can't stand them
Line 'em up, back to back and I'ma cap 'em at random
Lettin' the world C known, gettin' off for your hoe
Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone
You's a bitch and that's real, you can feel me?
Diru's talk shit but can't get with it or killed with
Motherfuckin' Loc
You knows I packs a .44 so step
When I bail through your Slob-ass hood
Bro, a nigga and doin' dirt
So I makes it my job to flag my rag
And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob
Cuz, they should've told ya
About the young Trollster
Quick to start shit, run up, bitch, and I'ma smoke ya
Fuck ya, it's on and I'm reachin' for my chrome
Blowin' ?? filled with lead at your motherfuckin' dome
Kelly Crippin', always shippin' when I'm dippin'
Fingers itchy as fuck to catch a Slob slippin'
[Hook]
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
[Verse 4: K-Tone]
You hard, you hang but you change
When you see the .44 chrome in your face, you don't bang, nigga
You flag and sag like it's all good
You lil' bitch, you only bang in your own hood
You see
Without a pause, I'm willin' to die for the cause
Nuthin' to see this scars when I buck
Just watchin' Slobs fall
He shakin', he fakin', breakin' 'cause the job ain't done
Now I'm wanted for a murder and a hit-and-run
As I'm runnin'
I take a sip of the bottle
My name is K-Tone and "Fuck the world" is the motto
As I'm tossin' my rag, they can't stand it
'Cause they comin' up short
In the land of the bandit
So fuck a Square? ain't fair from the fame of the video
We can handle it when we get up out the studio
I got the gat cocked when I'm dippin'
Because I'm straight Crippin'
So you Slobs keep on...
[Hook]
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
[Verse 5: Big Freeze & O.G. Broncoe]
Let us up outta here, Loc, make the block on these bustas
Goin' all out for my hood, it's all good, motherfucka
From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village, passed it down
Set trip if you want to but you can't fuck with the Fudge Towns
Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin'
Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's happenin'
My lifestyle consists of gang related activity
Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli'
If you caught in the zone, a new asshole is what I'm tear in ya
Hope you got insurance 'cause your people finna bury ya
Bring the hat, let the gats crack
I caught another Slob in the hood, I'm a Loc so I did that
A tiger shark in the dark, creep out the cut then I spray
I'm on that ass when you dash, I chase you down with the K
'Cause it pisses me off when this Crip catches you suckas
Tryin' to play this game of ???, players, killers and hustlers
Leave this shit to us G's and leave this shit to us Locs
'Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble, you for sure to get smoked
I got my 9 both cocked and my finger on the trigger
So all you Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to us real niggas
See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper
No one is tellin', fuck Slobs, nigga
This is Anybody Killa
[Outro]
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
