K's Up - Bloods & Crips

«You better get my muthafuckin' money back, you Slob-ass bitch

'fore have my brother come here put some work in your punk-ass»

«What?!

Lil' nigga you… you outta line right there lil' homie, you step down»

«Naw… fuck you Cuz

You better get my shit back 'fore you get bust tho»

«No, it’s like this

You dropped your money there lil' nigga and I’mma take it You can go get your big brother, nigga»

«Get down, you take it fool

I’ll kill your old-ass Slob, you better get my shit back

I bust your ass my muthafuckin' damn self nigga!»

By now you should know that this is the B-K, nigga

Slobs kinda deep but the Crips much bigger

Blue Ben Davis and I keep this shit saggin'

I’m proud that the K gang straight blue raggin'

Nigga, what do you gonna do about a nigga like me?

A Slob run up, I say: nigga, this the C!

Cause everybody know that I’m a muthafuckin' Crip

I got a Glock 9 waitin' for you slip

So Slob get gaffled like bitches when they chit chat

Start wearin' the blue or get a peel cap

That’s in effect he’s tryin' to fuck with me While I’m slangin' the ki’s and makin' my G’s, G What’s the use in the Elm with a dead rag

Lueders Park chopped up in a hefty bag

Holly Hood in a slip knot

Moma’s boy chopped up in a zip lock

No pipe but I do smoke weed though

A twin sack of the bomb-ass indo

Did it once and I do it again

I’m from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N nigga

Compton

Compton’s in the house

K’s up Another Crip face from the East Side

Baby Gangsta down with the hoo ride

Can’t trust no off-brand

So a nigga gotta bail with a strap in my hand

Elm Street, Lime Hood get crazy

Choked up on a fuckin' 3−80

Awol gotta go in again

K’s up, hoes’s down cause I’m puttin' the point in Swayhooks wanna trip on a Crip

But an evil K will straight empty a whole clip

Can’t mix with the Inglewood Faggot

Twinky Slob or Crenshaw Maggot

Fruit Town get clowned like Tree Top

Cedar Block, Lueders Park get the pop pop

Can’t fade a young-ass B. G More prop when I’m bailin' in the K-C

Khakis low — slangin' llello

K’s up — I’m gone off the indo

«What's up big brother Cuz?

You Slob nigga tried to get me fo' my money, Cuz!»

«Nigga I ain’t tried to do that Cuz, Was you in the hood lil' nigga?»

«No, I always over there in that nigga hood»

«Shit, moma gon' fuck your lil' ass up, nigga»

«Bullshit Cuz, you got to gimme the A-K so I can smoke that muthafucka!»

«That shit bigger than you Cuz»

«Brothas check this out, nigga, let’s do run up and check the fools out though»

«Yeah»

Awol is comin' strong, I’m pullin' the 9 trigger

50 percent black but 100 percent nigga

One of the B. G's fightin' with sticks and stones

But if I got a gat — it’s on I ain’t color blind, I see blue and red nigga

Do the wrong color and you in the dead nigga

You ain’t C-K'n it, won’t you stop sayin' it Get the '47 cause I love B-K'n it Like T-Bird «comin' out the cage»

Time to lick the muthafuckin' shells out the guage

Crippin ain’t easy but it’s fun — I got get my gun

So I can kill DedRum

Badboys — whatcha wanna do though?

I got a 4−4 for a punk ave-noodle

I’m goin to a cripnic to flood the days up Hub City, see the Crip face nigga, K’s up

«Hey Cuz, nigga, that Slob nigga, right there, gimme the strap Cuz!!!»

«Hey… hey Cuz, don’t get his ass beat, fuck you Cuz!»

«Aw Cuz, gimme the strap ???

for your ass»

«You muthafucka shoot his ass»

«Slob muthafuckin' die Slob die!

Nigga this is Kelly Park!

Die you Slob muthafucka… Cuz… Let’s go, let’s go…»

Compton…

Compton’s in the house