Bangin' on Wax - Bloods & Crips

Genuine Draft with the Gat

Can you see the Slob slippin’as I aim for the heart by connect with the level

That I’ma bust to this nigga now he’s slippin'

Two to the head now if he?

toiled?

like a Simpson

Now them Snoops from them switch block

??

with the Slobs on the muthafuckin’Crip track

I don’t know but he feels me when laughter

So peep this Crip shit for this bitch line Slob-ass nigga

Fuck all these Crab niggas

Guess what, guess who, Crab killa’s back

The AK-47 mix with the maniac

A nigga with a problem

A nigga ain’t back tight

So I’ll be rollin’on these Crab niggas everynight

Crip, Crip, Crip, buck buck, time to go off

Crabs got throw off niggas to get hauled off

Crab got lived it out, mixed out or ship it out

Tec-9 bullets for the hoes is still spittin’out

Well if I’m not killin’a Snoop

I’m runnin’from the police

I’m at the spot just hangin’with the homies

Ain’t no ??

where the Kelly is down for

When I’m hangin’on 3−8 double O A homicide when a nigga ride

Ain’t naythin’good about shit with dip out

I kill a punk for the color is wearing

And kill his bitch cause keep on staring

I throw low blows in elbows on low-lows ??

tight shit

That nigga Red Rag wreck it straight

C-sick flavor like the rest of my peer

I’m a magician and you punk Crab bitches are my trick

You Sissy muthafuckas stay heat out your ??

You wild up like the Ten Deuce Rice Cryspis

Kelly Park stay in Compton

Cause see you was a clip water

Slay stay down lookin'??

Fuck it, it’s time to catch your hands up Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob mouth with one shot

Blowin’them brains out and watch this shatter

Is splatter on the concrete

Another Slob

Added to my murder beat, I’m Blue Rag

A Crip for life fool

Bangin’On Wax with a Charles Manson attitude

In 1975

A nigga was raised on the streets of Watts to survive

Where I live it was nuthin’but a living hell

So at the age of nine I rebel

I was growin’up my mom was solo

But Crabs?

of piece?

Out of niggas don’t give a fuck

Rollin’with the street gang knockin’out Crabs

Cause it’s an everyday muthafuckin’thang

Sin Loc — quick to put one in your forehead

Shootin’every muthafucka that I catch wearing red

It’s only must ain’t stoppin’this

I gotta do it on wax

So I can put the caps in it And if you wanna knock the mind frame ???

Sin Loc’ll have put a slug in your forehead

And for the hood I’ma still keep stompin'

East Sider C Cuz, this is Compton

Four Crabs down and you know as soon to go Niggas gotta dump so I shoot 'em at the funeral

I don’t give a damn about another nigga’s life

I roll by and squeeze on a fuckin’trigga type

People started to fall up a bitch’s calling for the One-Time

Aimin’from his momma he better walk the chalk line

And I’m servin’Crips to rest like a hoe cell

Flue-ass fools are goin’down to a red hell