Big C's - Jay Fizzle, Pee Wee Longway

Blue flag, left side

Crip gang, bang

Big Glocks, long clips

We gon', bang

No need for red beams

We got, aim

Blue flag, left side

Crip gang, bang

My niggas crippin', never slippin'

Big pump, pistol grippin'

On grey street, cuz neighborhood

That’s a whole lot of C’s

Big C’s, blue team

I got my young niggas with extensions

Big C’s, blue team

I got my young niggas with extensions

Blue chucks, purple flag

Hundred rounds on the draco

Dickies set on my ass

Locs move when I say so

Big grapes like cantaloupe

Nigga cut me, you see grape juice

All this purple on me

I got PeeWee with all this baby blue

Been gang banging since about two

Throwing hand-signs like I’m

Young nigga with big choppers

In my drop top shooting out the roof

Hit ya nigga, home of the blues

You either win, you either lose

Riding ‘round with 100 youngins

Better pray to god they don’t shoot

In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods

Rolling dice with the sixty

Pouring six so I can’t miss it

Lil Fizzle just too crazy

Perfect aim, I ain’t missing

Sniper gang, long distance

Paper Route, MPA

That’s a whole lot of crips seein' this

Blue flag, left side

Crip gang, bang

Big Glocks, long clips

We gon', bang

No need for red beams

We got, aim

Blue flag, left side

Crip gang, bang

My niggas crippin', never slippin'

Big pump, pistol grippin'

On grey street, cuz neighborhood

That’s a whole lot of C’s

Big C’s, blue team

I got my young niggas with extensions

Big C’s, blue team

I got my young niggas with extensions

Golden nigga, golden baby

Homicides on a shady 3−80, yeah

Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow

Neighborhood clip with the draco

Bright blue all my bitches

Bootleg my Buscemis

Fizzle great street with the crippin'

The S on my head for the sixty

Ain’t no hesitating with it

I masturbate the fucking trigger

A couple pillows in the ceiling

Hold his ass, blood

They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction

Slapping these bitches, they want the gang gang

My lil homie, I’m cripping and chain gang

Run up on you, close range, no aim

Send the blues to Jay, let’s count up these thangs

Then a C on these Cartier frames

Two double R like the front of the Phantom

Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta

Little pocket with a blue bandana

The clip on the Draco bananas

Lock C with the crips in the grave

Pyrus gon' pull up at the wake

Neighborhood let dope with the drakes

Blue flag, left side

Crip gang, bang

Big Glocks, long clips

We gon', bang

No need for red beams

We got, aim

Blue flag, left side

Crip gang, bang

My niggas crippin', never slippin'

Big pump, pistol grippin'

On grey street, cuz neighborhood

That’s a whole lot of C’s

Big C’s, blue team

I got my young niggas with extensions

Big C’s, blue team

I got my young niggas with extensions