| 歌曲 | Slob 187 |
| 歌手 | Bloods & Crips |
| 专辑 | Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues |
| 作词 : AWOL One, G-Bone, Inch ... | |
| (SCARFACE) | |
| I woke up | |
| One morning ran outside because I seen yellow tape | |
| Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape | |
| Another A-T-L-A-N-T-I-C B-D drive-by | |
| As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why | |
| But they don't know that I don't give a fuck | |
| I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this Slob but | |
| My mama told me stay away from the gang | |
| But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings | |
| I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick outta teeth | |
| And bang his head against the concrete | |
| And my neighbors ain't no muthafuckin' snitches | |
| I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done in these ditches | |
| You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake | |
| They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take | |
| By me - another down B-G | |
| Scarface Atlantic Drive kind of Crip I can't stand R-E-D | |
| But that's the main point in effects | |
| So let me grab my gat - bust back | |
| Cause this is Snoop attack | |
| All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5 | |
| Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin' | |
| Y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere | |
| Two C's from Compton Crip Cuz and I'm outta here | |
| (INCH) | |
| Betta watch your back | |
| This is Piru 187 | |
| Put a Slob on his back with the Mac-11 | |
| A Kelly with a gun won't run and hide | |
| It's a nigga Crip Inch and comin' from the East Side | |
| Watch these Slobs just run and duck | |
| Cause I ain't givin' up nuthin' but bad luck | |
| Gotta kill at will | |
| So I pack my steel | |
| Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that's real | |
| You might say that I'm too far gone | |
| Mind lost and tossed | |
| Of the age of the terrordome | |
| Now I'm off to just makin' a brains hang | |
| Runnin' the streets with the muthafuckin' K gang | |
| One down but I still ain't hurt | |
| Cause I'm killin' Slobs off from here to Gettesburg | |
| The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop | |
| You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop | |
| (G-BONE) | |
| Slobs can't getaway from this itchy trigga finger | |
| Straight Slob killin' Cuz I'm a Crip | |
| Fuck them niggas | |
| Peel their caps cack with a muthafuckin' Tec-9 | |
| Slob-ass niggas better muthafuckin' recognize | |
| This is the Slob killa A-D double C | |
| Flee dog B-Dog | |
| Kill a Cuz I'm a L-O-C | |
| Sendin' Slob niggas on the stairway to hell | |
| I can't inhale cause I can't stand that dead lobster smell | |
| So chunk that nigga in a dizitch | |
| All Slob killa and that includes a Snoop | |
| Bitch I always set the Crip up | |
| And won't give a fuck | |
| That's why I stick the Cripalettes cause I cock this bomb as fuck | |
| But you know you gotta watch their punk-ass ho's too | |
| Cause some Cripalette got love for die-'Rus | |
| A hoe ain't shit | |
| Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch | |
| Cause they would fuck a Slob | |
| And come suck a Crip dick | |
| I can't trust the hoe well, I don't fuck with Slobs | |
| I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah | |
| This is a muthafuckin' C-R-I-P | |
| Ain't no love for an S-L-O-B | |
| (AWOL) | |
| I'm givin' up the K to some Slobs and all ?? | |
| Slobs wanna trip, Slob nigga bring it on | |
| Shot a Slob's dome with this 30 ?? 6 | |
| Infra-red scope with the 30 round clip | |
| A Compton Crip | |
| Bad man, don't step too close | |
| Cause you's a Slob-ass ex Crip nigga from East Coast | |
| That nigga Dog better watch his dome | |
| My dick still in his mouth so my nigga it's on | |
| You ain't a dog, you's a M-U-T | |
| On the nuts of a Compton B-G | |
| Fuck Bangin' On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape | |
| Fuck everybody hood if they dissin' the K | |
| C, I get it strap and I'm ready for a 211 | |
| Catch a Slob and it's Slob 187 | |
| (TROLL) | |
| S-N-O-O-P to the K | |
| Make way when I spray Slobs just ain't safe | |
| Cause it's on with them muthafuckin' off-brand niggas servin' 'Rus like | |
| Dinner with this itchy trigga finger | |
| Puttin' brains to the side walk to end all talk | |
| Bitch Slobs get choked when they slip and get caught | |
| Fuck all die-'Rus and the families have made 'em | |
| Let 'em all claimin' Snoops and now can't shit save 'em | |
| When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome | |
| I catch a cap to the hat when I'm gettin' the chrome | |
| Lettin' off in your muthafuckin' hood dead rags better duck | |
| Cause a Kelly is up to no good | |
| See you wearing your colors and watch Troll unload | |
| And leave you dead shirt camouflage to 16 holes | |
| Glock 9 causin' doom like that muthafuckin' Armageddon | |
| When I step in Slob's turf | |
| Bitch when they see my weapon | |
| To the head cause there ain't no love | |
| Ask you: where you from? and blast if your ass say Blood | |
| Cause it's a straight Compton Crip | |
| Teachin' new lives left | |
| Fuck all y'all | |
| I'm claimin' Slob 187 | |
| (RIDER J) | |
| Fuck a Slob, fuck a 'Ru | |
| And anybody else too | |
| See Cuz I gotta do for me | |
| Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my A-D-C | |
| A 'Ru or a Snoop ain't hard to do away | |
| Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray niggas | |
| And it's Slob killa | |
| You can't come kickin' in my hood muthafucka cause I peel ya | |
| I'm rollin' through your hood with much Crip | |
| Disrespect | |
| Blue'd up on Atlantic and it's time to set | |
| Settle | |
| The muthafuckin' score | |
| Tec-9 bullets muthafuckas now open up the door | |
| And to you Slob muthafuckas that don't know me | |
| Fuck your sets and your dead homies | |
| A-D-C up niggas! |
| zuò cí : AWOL One, GBone, Inch ... | |
| SCARFACE | |
| I woke up | |
| One morning ran outside because I seen yellow tape | |
| Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape | |
| Another ATLANTIC BD driveby | |
| As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why | |
| But they don' t know that I don' t give a fuck | |
| I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this Slob but | |
| My mama told me stay away from the gang | |
| But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings | |
| I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick outta teeth | |
| And bang his head against the concrete | |
| And my neighbors ain' t no muthafuckin' snitches | |
| I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done in these ditches | |
| You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake | |
| They couldn' t wait to join a gang so their lives to be take | |
| By me another down BG | |
| Scarface Atlantic Drive kind of Crip I can' t stand RED | |
| But that' s the main point in effects | |
| So let me grab my gat bust back | |
| Cause this is Snoop attack | |
| All Slobs should be dead by the 95 | |
| Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin' | |
| Y' all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere | |
| Two C' s from Compton Crip Cuz and I' m outta here | |
| INCH | |
| Betta watch your back | |
| This is Piru 187 | |
| Put a Slob on his back with the Mac11 | |
| A Kelly with a gun won' t run and hide | |
| It' s a nigga Crip Inch and comin' from the East Side | |
| Watch these Slobs just run and duck | |
| Cause I ain' t givin' up nuthin' but bad luck | |
| Gotta kill at will | |
| So I pack my steel | |
| Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that' s real | |
| You might say that I' m too far gone | |
| Mind lost and tossed | |
| Of the age of the terrordome | |
| Now I' m off to just makin' a brains hang | |
| Runnin' the streets with the muthafuckin' K gang | |
| One down but I still ain' t hurt | |
| Cause I' m killin' Slobs off from here to Gettesburg | |
| The Mac11 gon' pop pop pop | |
| You get a hole in your head cause I just can' t stop | |
| GBONE | |
| Slobs can' t getaway from this itchy trigga finger | |
| Straight Slob killin' Cuz I' m a Crip | |
| Fuck them niggas | |
| Peel their caps cack with a muthafuckin' Tec9 | |
| Slobass niggas better muthafuckin' recognize | |
| This is the Slob killa AD double C | |
| Flee dog BDog | |
| Kill a Cuz I' m a LOC | |
| Sendin' Slob niggas on the stairway to hell | |
| I can' t inhale cause I can' t stand that dead lobster smell | |
| So chunk that nigga in a dizitch | |
| All Slob killa and that includes a Snoop | |
| Bitch I always set the Crip up | |
| And won' t give a fuck | |
| That' s why I stick the Cripalettes cause I cock this bomb as fuck | |
| But you know you gotta watch their punkass ho' s too | |
| Cause some Cripalette got love for die' Rus | |
| A hoe ain' t shit | |
| Sure ' nuff by a Slob bitch | |
| Cause they would fuck a Slob | |
| And come suck a Crip dick | |
| I can' t trust the hoe well, I don' t fuck with Slobs | |
| I' m a Locsta and fuck all oolah | |
| This is a muthafuckin' CRIP | |
| Ain' t no love for an SLOB | |
| AWOL | |
| I' m givin' up the K to some Slobs and all nbsp?? | |
| Slobs wanna trip, Slob nigga bring it on | |
| Shot a Slob' s dome with this 30 nbsp?? 6 | |
| Infrared scope with the 30 round clip | |
| A Compton Crip | |
| Bad man, don' t step too close | |
| Cause you' s a Slobass ex Crip nigga from East Coast | |
| That nigga Dog better watch his dome | |
| My dick still in his mouth so my nigga it' s on | |
| You ain' t a dog, you' s a MUT | |
| On the nuts of a Compton BG | |
| Fuck Bangin' On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape | |
| Fuck everybody hood if they dissin' the K | |
| C, I get it strap and I' m ready for a 211 | |
| Catch a Slob and it' s Slob 187 | |
| TROLL | |
| SNOOP to the K | |
| Make way when I spray Slobs just ain' t safe | |
| Cause it' s on with them muthafuckin' offbrand niggas servin' ' Rus like | |
| Dinner with this itchy trigga finger | |
| Puttin' brains to the side walk to end all talk | |
| Bitch Slobs get choked when they slip and get caught | |
| Fuck all die' Rus and the families have made ' em | |
| Let ' em all claimin' Snoops and now can' t shit save ' em | |
| When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome | |
| I catch a cap to the hat when I' m gettin' the chrome | |
| Lettin' off in your muthafuckin' hood dead rags better duck | |
| Cause a Kelly is up to no good | |
| See you wearing your colors and watch Troll unload | |
| And leave you dead shirt camouflage to 16 holes | |
| Glock 9 causin' doom like that muthafuckin' Armageddon | |
| When I step in Slob' s turf | |
| Bitch when they see my weapon | |
| To the head cause there ain' t no love | |
| Ask you: where you from? and blast if your ass say Blood | |
| Cause it' s a straight Compton Crip | |
| Teachin' new lives left | |
| Fuck all y' all | |
| I' m claimin' Slob 187 | |
| RIDER J | |
| Fuck a Slob, fuck a ' Ru | |
| And anybody else too | |
| See Cuz I gotta do for me | |
| Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my ADC | |
| A ' Ru or a Snoop ain' t hard to do away | |
| Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray niggas | |
| And it' s Slob killa | |
| You can' t come kickin' in my hood muthafucka cause I peel ya | |
| I' m rollin' through your hood with much Crip | |
| Disrespect | |
| Blue' d up on Atlantic and it' s time to set | |
| Settle | |
| The muthafuckin' score | |
| Tec9 bullets muthafuckas now open up the door | |
| And to you Slob muthafuckas that don' t know me | |
| Fuck your sets and your dead homies | |
| ADC up niggas! |