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Bloods & Crips - Slobs Keep On Slippin' lyrics
Slobs Keep On Slippin'
 [SIX PAC]
 Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ??
 right to me
 Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
 'bout 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!
 Lookin' at the news
 ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG
 Crippin' like I crept in the cut
 By 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 chin Crip or Die
 Ain't no escapin' when you enter the Franklin Square
 You call it help fool we'll call it true or dare
 So remember my name and my motherfuckin' face
 I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 [AWOL & TROUBLE LOC]
 Awol got a down Crip bitch
 Trouble Loc
 Down for the Crip shit
 I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough
 If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up
 I only stay K's up
 Cause my nigga's from the K
 But this is West/Side motherfuckin' P.B.H.
 Killin' Slob-ass bitches and crackers
 Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us
 Fuck the world
 All niggas gotta watch their back
 Cause nine times outta ten
 I'm peelin' these niggas caps
 Gotta strap cause I feel like slain
 On the East/Side
 M.S.B.K. fool
 The 47 ain't just givin' it up
 Fuck the Slob I'm a motherfuckin' Compton nut
 Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin'
 We stay set trippin'
 On them Slobs that's slippin'
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 [TROLL]
 Undercover Slob ain't shit, that's on Crip
 I can't stand them, I line 'em up, back to back
 And I'ma cap them at random
 Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe
 Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone
 You'se a bitch and that's real, you can feel me?
 Diru's talk shit but can't get with it or killed it
 Motherfuckin' Loc
 You knows I packs a 44 so step
 When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought 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
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 dome
 Kelly Crippin' always shippin' when I'm dippin'
 Fingers itchy as fuck and catch this Slob slippin'
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 [K-TONE]
 You hard, you hang but you change
 When you see the 44 chrome on 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 scar when I buck
 Just watch this Slob fall
 He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain't
 done
 Now I'm wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run
 As I'm runnin'
 I take a sip of the bottle
 My name's K-Tone and fuck the world is the motto
 As I'm tossin' my rag, they can't stand it
 Because they comin' up short
 In the land of the bandit
 So fuck a ?? from the fame of the video
 We can handle 'em 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...
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 Slobs keep on slippin'
 [BIG FREEZE & BRONCO]
 Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these
 bustas
 Goin' on out of my hood, it's all good, motherfucker
 From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village
 pass the Down
 Set trip if you want to but you can't fuck with the
 Fudge Town
 Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin'
 Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's
 happenin'
 My life style 'cause it's just gang related activity
 Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli
 If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I'm
 tear'in ya
 Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury
 ya
 Bring the strap 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 up the cut then I
 spray
 I'm on that ass when you dash I chase you down with
 the 'K
 Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you
 ?slippin?
 Tryin' to play this game ??? playin' killers and
 hustlers
 Leave this shit to these G's and leave this shit to us
 Locs
 Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure
 you get smoked
 I got my .9 both cocked and my finger on the trigger
 So all y'all Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to these
 real niggas
 See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper
 Ain't no one is tellin' fuck Slobs nigga
 This is anybody killer
Slobs keep on slippin'...









