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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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C-K till my mother******' casket drops |
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(LIL' HAWK) |
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Blood in, blood out |
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Steppin' up in my fresh red Chucks |
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All Crabs run up and all Crabs get rushed |
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Damn now I gots to watch my back again |
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Hooked up with the homies Mr. Mack and the 10 |
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Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin |
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I'm goin' out like a soldier C and the M |
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45 on my lap 4 extra clips and |
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Lil' boy flue you don't wanna set trip |
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It ain't no stoppin' this *************t |
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But you wouldn't have known |
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That them Crenshaw Mafia *************s keeps it rollin' |
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Cause if it's gon' pop then let it pop |
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Cause ************* with me is like I can't stop and I won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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C-K till my mother******' casket drops |
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(LANIAK) |
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Tanqueray is the drink that gots me ****** up |
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So the first thang that I would like to say is West Up! |
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To my mother******' Damu down Figueroa, the Mafioso |
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My East Side ************* Mango be up your homie but ************* a hoe though |
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My intro so way you need to ?nickel? gangsterism |
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I'm fadin' *************s, fadin' their evil back is gettin with 'em, plus I'm |
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Hittin' on a mother******' ?? |
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Until I dizzie ************* |
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I'll be high off chronic |
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I got these shouts out to my ************* Hawk duece |
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From Lil' Laniak duece |
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Because my ************* gets loose |
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To y'all *************s that's strapped I respect that |
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But still watch your back cause Laniak is bustin' Tecs back |
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It don't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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C-K till my mother******' casket drops |
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(GREEN EYES) |
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Now as I'm takin' the mother******' phoney to the brains |
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My *************s claim that I'm insane on Crabs I'm goin' nuts main |
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Pumpin' lead in they ass like everyday |
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And make your ******' mama holler out C-K |
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Green Eyes - the 104 Blood gangsta |
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Promotin' Bloods and for Crabs I has no love |
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Shouts to the W's, SWANS, LANES and A.P.B.'s |
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FIVE LINE BOUNTY HUNTERS, B.P.S. and the I.N.G.'s |
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?? I can't forget about the CRENSHAW MAFIOSOS |
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And all my mother******g homies claimin' WEIRDO |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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(BA******AN) |
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Oh *************t |
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.9 millermetre Crabs get served |
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I got the Blood, the G, the Cherry Koolay |
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And the Thunderbird |
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My mother******' homies who be hangin' the Deuce |
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??? Freeze and *************s like me |
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We get loose |
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I put in work I drop a Crab ************* with my Glock |
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And when 'em hollow points spits I make his heart stop |
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We Bloods is anybody killer when I'm watching my back |
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Rebuilt the shadow of death |
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Is killing all blacks |
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?? the power is them eyes |
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Keep them mother******s peeled |
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And don't be a victim you get that ass killed |
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Crabs don't get caught slippin' |
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Don't stop won't stop |
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Eastside Swans, head to tip to top, Blood |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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C-K till my mother******' casket drops |
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(YANK) |
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Click-click-bang was the sound of Glock 40, main |
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Five Lines four deep looking for some Rips to fade |
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Stabbin' down Imperial but ain't nothing poppin' |
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Buffle up on Brenshaw now we headed towards Bompton |
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At the 120th he had got stopped by the redlight |
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I grab the glizock I got the ?? and I grip that mother****** tight |
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And I just might circle back around I finished |
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Pour one in your chest and watch your breath the man is quick |
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************* it, I'm messed up |
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And the Hunters is the blame, automatic is the weapon Gangsta Yank |
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Is my name |
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The Hunters can't stop and they won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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C-K till my mother******' casket drops |
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(POPS & DOG) |
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It's the P-O-P-S finna roll ya |
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C-K all day young mother******' soldier |
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It's the Y-G Gangsta creep that bank ya, ************* Crabs |
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I break you down without a sound now I'm rollin your zig-zags |
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Uh, the *************t that they claim makes me laugh |
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I tricky Rickets' life, we roll 'em up then I smoke their ass |
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Bloooooooood, I'm comin with that flow of the gangsta *************t |
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I ************* this Crab ************* because she loved Bloods' *************s |
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I guess this static just gots to be your downfall |
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C-K when I'm sprayin' and I'm layin' down all y'all |
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I move creep real swift from the shoulders |
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If you press the issue then I gotta dismiss you |
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I'm the G Poppa D and I can't stop |
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I'm the Y-G D-O-G and I won't stop, ************* the Crabs |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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Can't stop, won't stop |
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C-K till my mother******' casket drops.. |
