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Crips - Nationwide Rip Ridaz lyrics
Verse One: I cast out cased up Loc locked down I'm a Menace I gives it up I give a fuck a Loc for life cuz I'm with it I see fresh dressed like a million bucks I am the lowest rip rida in the navy blue chucks Not the low top type cuz they slip and they slide with the high tops and the gangstaz with the stars on the side I'm buckin all brands all slobs bitches and tricks and I'm from Eastside Fushtown Mafia Crip WATTS UP to my homiez on the 10 and the 5 In the cut on the street gettin paid on the front line I rob for C side, death to my enemy Mission to make a Mill and Chill with my Big Gz Verse Two: I got a heat for you slob niggaz slippin set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cuz I'm crippin See a slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him Ain't no mercey or grace Put him in his place Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride Another straight hood slippin another straight just died I ain't lying when I say you see me dumpin Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some (on that Eastside) Verse Three: The AGCs, straight rollin on that Eastside, right Where gangstaz like to ride and do a homicide I catch a slob slippin I break his fuckin neck and puttin these busta punk niggaz straight in check talkin 'bout youz a gangsta Nigga youz a busta runnin slobs over nigga you can't trust a nigga from the A-V, A-L-O-N-G-E, S-T-A and I'm a spray when I have ta Busta, I case you out the hood because you know the OG ?cellies? straight up to no good wood, you try to test me and get stray dog cuz I'll be rollin muthafuckaz like lumber jacks roll logs Peep the real crippin back in '69 you young rookies don't know shit about your melon & big cookie doing ?dips in green metals? I'm that little bitty fella runnin around while my niggaz bustin caps Hello, recognize nigga when those gangstaz comin through dressed in blue and we did it just for you Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf and I'll be tossin niggaz like a muthafucking Nerf and I'm out Chours: Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz (4x) Verse Four: Scarface and G-Bone Don't panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin south never slippin steady dippin thats the way that we're crippin buck a slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin Gangsta Bone jumped out with the gauge point blank then said Nigga fuck slob, this the AD gang slob niggaz should have known that the bone is a killer South Atlantic drop Compton Crip, fuck them slob niggaz Nationwide rip ride, nigga this the double S young gangsta goin be your face puttin slobs to rest Nigga this crip so whats poppin wit that BK like I said last time every dog has its day Slobs keep slippin when I'm dippin comin up short smoke like a muthafucker nine for the New Port nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside straight crip face Nationwide nigga rip ride Verse Five: Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc so I can miss the smoke fuck a slob from Cedar I'm on Alameda On my way to Elm with the glock 10 mm a Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me 187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B K, K-P-B-G, fuck a slob AK 47 on the Lolly-Pop Mob, Loc I'm Kelly Crip with my homiez from the N game Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane the 47 still giving it up and fuck a slob, I'm a muthafuckin Compton Nut Verse Six: Koollay I represent that Eastside Rip Don't even trip When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip Fool ain't no stoppin when I'm out there wig shoppin throwin down slobs from Inglewood to Compton quick to pop up on deck with a teck spot a slob and try my best to take off his neck They should of told you about this Loc-sta out there bangin, with killaz and sherm smokerz I'm claimin F till I'm finally put to rest and till then I'm bringing nothing but total death Koollay Big G from the FC Watts Franklin Crip till they burry me Verse Seven: Big Cixx The Eastside is where I ride fool is get that straight FCG till I reach them Golden Gates Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya Runnin from C-I-X and I'm a fold ya so think twice if your movin through my N hood Niggaz see deep and them swears up to no good Watts the city of Tombstone the evil side same fool slippin is the same fool just died so remember what goes on in them tombstone you ain't got your chrome you best stay at home it ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise you better recognize Nationwide Rip Ride Chorus Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside |
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