Piru Love - Bloods & Crips

What’s happ’nin’Bloooood?

Oh baby, oh baby

I say-ay-ay-y-y-y-y

Piruuuu Loooove, babyyyyy

Baby-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

Piruuuu Looooove

Piru Looove

Babyyyyy

Now in the Bity of Bompton

LIME HOOD is down with the?

Bomp?

HOLLY HOOD and CROSS ATLANTIC off of Bompton Boulevard

Every town has an ELM STREET but not a Freddy Krueger

Don’t get caught

In the JUNGLE’s or a Park called LUEDERS

On Rosecrans pass Oleander at the light

TREE TOP is to the left, FRUIT TOWN is on the right

One by one the WESTSIDE PIRUs slay past dark

And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK

HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS’ll call ya number

ROLLIN'30's and 20's OUTLAWS, SIXX DEUCE BRIMS will put you under

CABBAGE PATCH, CENTER PARK, HARVARD PARK, ATHENS PARK too

SCOTTSDALE, NEIGHBORHOOD, HAWTHORNE, WATERFRONT, all Pirus

L.A. DENVER LANES, there’s mo’in Pasadena

AVENUES, BLOOD STONE, INGLEWOOD FAMILY

The PUEBLOS, BLOOD STONE VILLIANS, BLACK P. STONE

CIRCLE CITY and EASTSIDE BISHOPS got it goin’on

With the?

Ingies?

QUEEN STREET, V.N.G's ain’t no stoppin'`em

VILLAGE TOWN, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA

BE-BOP WATTS, CITY STONES and the SKYLINES

Don’t say Cuz 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time

Piruuuuu Loooove

Westsiiiiiide

Babyyyyyy

Piruuuu

Piruuuuu Loooove

Bompton Piruuuuuu

Babyyyyyy

Now — the settin is in the muthafuckin’oneway

Niggas banged up, meetin’up on a Sunday

Run across the street just to get some brews and shit

Well, what do you know?

A nigga slippin’wearin’flue and shit

It’s on, I take the flag out my pocket, then

Wrap it around my knuckles make a fist

And lock it Deposit a blow to the jaw as I bank him

Break a phoney on top of the counter then I shank him

Leave him layin’in the color he hates the most

But it don’t matter now

Cause he’s a gangbangin’ghost

Crab is the meat on my menu

Piru is the gang

Hell, I was been through

But I’m a soldier to the very end

I hate Crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I slip clips in the automatics

Niggas wanna roll through

No, I ain’t havin’it

The homies are down and the girls are obedient

Crabs ain’t nathin’but gumbo ingredients

Steadily gettin’dip addin’dogs to the roster

What d’you call a ugly Crip?

What?

A c-monster

Piru is Crip in reverse, put the C’s on his back

Your egg shell-lobster lie-ass face is gonna crack

Crip: beware of the truth, the gitty-gitty Glock tick-tock

Crabs I stop Piru, yo Your momma can suck a dogs dick and die, chicken

Little Crab scared of the red apples fallin’from the sky

D-Rock and Eightball E-Ricket Blood was shed

Another Crab nigga dead

Oh muthafuckin’well punk bitches

Come over to my place

I take

You on little trip, it Starts with the R Ends with E-P* *IT MEANS R.I.P*

The riverbed you be lookin’up at me Crab-ass ho’s

They get the fuckin’middle

Niggas think its a joke

It ain’t no muthafuckin’riddle

You rat pack or get packed right in a box, sent to Your dead homies, momma right down to the block

Niggas felt like they hard and then they gon’try check me I finna let your ass know

You need to respect me Cause although you ain’t sayin’shit

You gettin’on my nerves

Fluster-ass flue-wearin'niggas gettin’served

Piruuuuuu Loooooove, baaabyyyy

(Piru Looo-o-ove)

Piruuuuuuu Looooove, baaaabyyyyy

(Yee-e-e-aaah)

Piruuuuuuuu Loooooove, babyyyy

(…I'm gonna be a Piru)

Piruuuuuuuuuuuu Looooooove, babyyyyy

(Piru Loo-o-ove, baby)

Back on the set after being locked down

Crabs locked down and I love the way a Glock sounds

Clownin’muthafuckas like checkers

And I be puttin’niggas to sleep so they will respect us (ohh yeah)

I got a vision in my head and you’re a dead man

When I roll in a stole red minivan

I’m on a mission through the muthafuckin’East Side

Inglewood against Compton, a C-K Ride

I glide throught the park in the dark with my gun out

Bickin’back being bool* in a little ???

out *KICKIN'BACK BEING COOL*

Wait for the moment to serve 'em

What the muthafuckas don’t know

Just might hurt `em

I cocked back the goddamn hammer

And aim

Directly for the fool who talkin’shit up in the slammer

I guess he thought that I forgot but no I didn’t for the one that caught the slug — good ridance

And if you wanna run for the trees

I’ma stop all that

By shooting for the knees

Redrum is Audi 5OOO G Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93

Piruuuu Loooove Babyyyyyy…

Piru Loo-o-ove

I said Piru Love

Rest In Peace to the homie Killa Wack

To lil’homie Kay Ron

O.G.

Tookie, Iceberg, we love y’all

Westside Avenue Piru

To Lil’homie from Eastside Bounty Hunter Watts

Lil’Jay

Lil’Fang Fang

Denver

T.I.

Mafias In Peace

My homegirl Jackie

Big Pizzarro

Sneak

Stacy Lok