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Yeah, time to cross this mothafuccin' street out
Yeah, Niggas Off the Mothafuccin' Street
(Hook)
Comin' from a True Blue x8
[Verse 1 Lil' KeKe Loco]
Gangsta, gangsta, the blue rag maniac
Rollin' strong with a automatic strap, huh
The way out is psycho
And I'm crazy than a mothafucca so checc yourself, loc
Makin the dead flags ducc
Givin a fucc about a swoop, never scared to give it up
To a mothafuccin' piss stain
A bitch-ass "Twinkie" or a goddamn F Gang
So I Crip to the utmost
Thumbs up the Compton, much love for the East Coast
I'm Lil' Keke Loco
Rollin' 30's for life I wanna die for the Trey-O
Givin' for the homies tryna rest in peace
Tiny Watt, Bur Hub Jim, and E-T
This hoochie coochie killa all mothafuccin' day
They can't kicc it and kicc it with Loc from my AK
(Hook)
Comin' from a True Blue x8
[Verse 2 Greedy G]
Blue rags, Blue flags, Blue bandanas
Palmer is down with Santana
Front Hood got beef with Carver Park
Nutty Blocc, Southside, and Atlantic Drive
Neighborhood got beef with Tragniew
But all alone it's stil fucc Piru!
Hoover Gang, 130's don't get along
Grape Street, Sixties in the same song
East Coast is down with 4-3
And fucc a Slob Central from BSV
Compton-ass, Fudge Town to PJs
From Atlantic, call the Watts, Gang
Fruit Town, Tree Top, make my heart melt
But if you step in my hood you get a cap peeled
But if you a 'Rip, then you my homie
And don't forget, this for the Crips only
(Hook)
Comin' from a True Blue x8
[Verse 3 Lunaticc]
Don't feed me a caddy, don't feed me a roads
I want a front and bacc Chevy with the lips on Gold
Phantom top off the kicc with the big blue sound
Eight letters on the trunk for my friend "Duc Dow"
Never dissin' a Crip cuz it ain't my thang
I'm not a killa, straight 9 and I dont play those games
But one thang, I wish as I say this rhyme
I'm stayin' East Coast Crippin' 'til I'm 69
S-LS double Snoop, you know I'm Loc
A hardcore Crip comin' from the Coast
So get 'em up and get 'em straight, but don't C late
And not corner flippin' brothers, just the ones I hate
Go and checc it for a mission, come and ride with me
Story is I'm dangerous, I'm called Snoopy
Yeah, the killa bacc because I'm mad as hell
9000 for the record it's the lowest deal
(Hook)
Comin' from a True Blue x8
[Verse 4: Lunaticc]
I'mma kicc this one that got the True Blue in their hearts, you know I'm sayin'?
True Blue, yeah, that's the color of the rag
And all shoot "Dogs" with the muthafuccin' badge
What to put here, to brag or bogus
But I'm straight blue raggin' for the big east coast
My arm starts [?] when my 12 gauge is pumpin' in his teeth, [?] cuzz that move somethin'
Rollin' downtown, bust a right on 7-9, swooped on the niggas like one-time, finna lick this Swayhooksta, but the coast is [?above?] us
When I jumped up out the car slid a gauge in his mouth, as I jacked up the pump, threw my finger on the trigga', heard the homie Snoopy say "Just smoke that nigga"
And if ya crippin' to the fullest, its important to you, that the Lunaticc's the view of a real true blue
[Hook]
Comin' From a True Blue (x8)
[Verse 5: Lil' Squee Bas']
5-Stones on my ass, as soon as I hit the corner
Drag, blastin', on some Sways and theys some fuccin' goners
Them Sway hook niggas couldn't stop it, its the season for all Sways to start droppin', I can't stand a Sway Hooker ass nigga, a mark ass, Booty Hole, Punk ass Penicillin
Ask my muthafuccin' homies from the '6th street: Big Devil, Blue Rag, and the homie Big Squee, muthafucca wit' the One Hitta Quitta, G
Its the nigga Tone-Bone and Big-C, knockin' niggas out, sendin' niggas to they doom, muthafucca its a Cope Gang, leave us alone, muthafuccas get dropped by the True Blue's, Neighborhood 7-6 street at you
Yeah, Nigga this from my nigga "L.A. Fitness" a real True Blue, Cuzz!
[hook]
Comin' from a True Blue x8
[Verse 6: Gangsta Jay & Greedy G]
Crippin' all the time, when I bust a rhyme
Shootin' all slobs from the blast of my .9
A crazy muthafucka, comin' right at 'cha
Straight True-Bluein', a Lynwood Gangsta
Ra-tat-tat-tat, comin' from the AK
See a slob slippin': he won't see he next day
Rollin' down the ave, smokin' some indo
Tryna get a buzz, thats the only way it go
Gotta keep a strap, a .9 Millimeter
Crippin' so hard when I'm rollin' down Cedar
Fuck One-Time, I'm gonna get mine
A Lynwood Gangsta when I bust a rhyme
Always on a [?] for the Crips [?]
Fuck all slobs this is only for the True Blue
Yeah, Gangsta Jay and G-Gangsta Spray, the muthafuccin Lyn-ch-wood
[hook]
Comin' from a True Blue x8
