Intro: Do or Die:
Yeah huh, this some of that G-ass Crip shit, you know what I'm sayin’, fuccin' with 'em Slob-ass bitches, fuccin’ 'em and leavin' 'em wrecced, from the C-side, haha, so uh, sparkle the mothafuccin' chronic joint, roll it
Verse 1: Do or Die:
Yo, I've been rippin' the cheeks of thousand bitches quickly
Never see a bitch in this world ever did me
And I been fuccin' Slob bitches on the daily
Fuccin’ ’em so well now them Slob bitches pay me
'Cause it’s C on them nights on the 'Shaw
I'm fuccin' them switches like they never seen before
Slob bitches jocc so I let ’em succ my dicc
And bust a good nut all over that burgundy shit
Like Cuddy Mary, with nut in her hairy
Twat then leave her on the 'Shaw at the spot
For the next nigga to wreck that bitch
Then roll to the ave. for another Slob chicc
She belongs to a bitch-made nigga Slob
But she likes to slob on this Crip's knob
Then go back to that punk redruM
Let his ass simp but won't give none
As I leave, hittin' them switches
Bumpin' that C side, maccin' to them Slob bitches
Yeah, huh, maccin' to them Slob bitches
Maccin' to them Slob-ass bitches
Verse 2: Blue Ragg:
Smaccin', slappin', maccin' to you Slob bitches
Makin' you hold, to make me some riches
'Cause I don't give a damn about a Snoop tramp
Fiendin' for my dicc like Joe you finnin' to get in
But hold up you little tricc slut
I gives a damn about your big ol' burgundy butt
I take my size nine and keep ridin' the ass
Hard, swift, smoove, quicc and fast
To let you know how I wrecc a Snoop hoe
Put you on the corner to make me some dough
In fat ass not to least three a guap
You come short, bitch, you get a cranium knocced
That's gonna take at least nine stitches
I'm movin' to yo' friends, still maccin' to you Slob bitches
Aw yeah, still maccin' to you Slob bitches
Verse 3: Mr. C-Rider (DJ BattleCat):
Huh, yeah, C-Rider on the motherfuccin' mic, checc it out
Bring the vinegar and (?) and all that shit
I want you squeaky clean from head to toe and under the tips
Then I slap you bleeding bitch like the one of behinds
I like your booty naked bendin' over from behind
Little Dead Riding Hood I know you wanna succ
Cummin' fast as my dicc succ a boom fucc
Hoe, I got you now so it's all this time this dicc is mine
It's my favorite sets is Crip (inaudible: sammy one to find)
That's how I'm livin' in the year '93's a tramp
And how you live in doggy shit with your footsteps
Talkin' about come back to me
I dig you and your homies from all (?) see HUH
That's wrong with this nigga at no cuts, stickin' her ass, succin' her feet, and maneuvre out the cut of a truck
And then maneuvre (?) change the rich, that's what's wrong when you slip in then you triccin', liccin' the ass of a Slob bitch
Yeah, NIGGA, maccin' to you Slob bitches
Mothafuccin' C-Rider on you mothafuccin' knucclehead bitches
Verse 4: OG Sin Loc Blaccburn:
I guess it's about a bitch, that Sin Loc, has been to fucc with
Dippin' and dabbin', rollin' in my mothafuccin' '66 Buccet
Maccin' to a bitch in red
And if I get the pussy when I finish, I'mma put one in her forehead
I guess it's part of the trade
With the bitch drinkin' up nut, like Thunderbird and Kool-Aid
I know you like the Hennesshit
A down-ass Crip nigga maccin' to some Slob bitches
Aw yeah, maccin' to some Slob bitches
Straight maccin' to some Slob bitches
Verse 5: OG Domino:
Now me and some of the homies from the hood were in a G thang
Rollin' up to the Compton Swap Meet for some B-I-T-C-HES yeah bitches
The kind-ass flammin' wearin' hairy fly switches
Hopped out the wagon C-rads on the gold ones
And I'm fucced up still sippin' on a cold one
Claimin' (?) locs see a little proper
But she ain't shit 'cause I already popped her
So I finally see a new bitch to fool but she trippin'
Sportin' that Chicago bullshit
I approached her thinkin' it ain't no thang but goddamn
The bitch had a red shoestring
Is she one of those visit to a G
These kinda bitches look for givin' VD
She's from the stangin' side so you know it don't clicc
Tramp-ass slutty-ass Slob-ass biatch!
Yeah huh, this some of that G-ass Crip shit, you know what I'm sayin’, fuccin' with 'em Slob-ass bitches, fuccin’ 'em and leavin' 'em wrecced, from the C-side, haha, so uh, sparkle the mothafuccin' chronic joint, roll it
Verse 1: Do or Die:
Yo, I've been rippin' the cheeks of thousand bitches quickly
Never see a bitch in this world ever did me
And I been fuccin' Slob bitches on the daily
Fuccin’ ’em so well now them Slob bitches pay me
'Cause it’s C on them nights on the 'Shaw
I'm fuccin' them switches like they never seen before
Slob bitches jocc so I let ’em succ my dicc
And bust a good nut all over that burgundy shit
Like Cuddy Mary, with nut in her hairy
Twat then leave her on the 'Shaw at the spot
For the next nigga to wreck that bitch
Then roll to the ave. for another Slob chicc
She belongs to a bitch-made nigga Slob
But she likes to slob on this Crip's knob
Then go back to that punk redruM
Let his ass simp but won't give none
As I leave, hittin' them switches
Bumpin' that C side, maccin' to them Slob bitches
Yeah, huh, maccin' to them Slob bitches
Maccin' to them Slob-ass bitches
Verse 2: Blue Ragg:
Smaccin', slappin', maccin' to you Slob bitches
Makin' you hold, to make me some riches
'Cause I don't give a damn about a Snoop tramp
Fiendin' for my dicc like Joe you finnin' to get in
But hold up you little tricc slut
I gives a damn about your big ol' burgundy butt
I take my size nine and keep ridin' the ass
Hard, swift, smoove, quicc and fast
To let you know how I wrecc a Snoop hoe
Put you on the corner to make me some dough
In fat ass not to least three a guap
You come short, bitch, you get a cranium knocced
That's gonna take at least nine stitches
I'm movin' to yo' friends, still maccin' to you Slob bitches
Aw yeah, still maccin' to you Slob bitches
Verse 3: Mr. C-Rider (DJ BattleCat):
Huh, yeah, C-Rider on the motherfuccin' mic, checc it out
Bring the vinegar and (?) and all that shit
I want you squeaky clean from head to toe and under the tips
Then I slap you bleeding bitch like the one of behinds
I like your booty naked bendin' over from behind
Little Dead Riding Hood I know you wanna succ
Cummin' fast as my dicc succ a boom fucc
Hoe, I got you now so it's all this time this dicc is mine
It's my favorite sets is Crip (inaudible: sammy one to find)
That's how I'm livin' in the year '93's a tramp
And how you live in doggy shit with your footsteps
Talkin' about come back to me
I dig you and your homies from all (?) see HUH
That's wrong with this nigga at no cuts, stickin' her ass, succin' her feet, and maneuvre out the cut of a truck
And then maneuvre (?) change the rich, that's what's wrong when you slip in then you triccin', liccin' the ass of a Slob bitch
Yeah, NIGGA, maccin' to you Slob bitches
Mothafuccin' C-Rider on you mothafuccin' knucclehead bitches
Verse 4: OG Sin Loc Blaccburn:
I guess it's about a bitch, that Sin Loc, has been to fucc with
Dippin' and dabbin', rollin' in my mothafuccin' '66 Buccet
Maccin' to a bitch in red
And if I get the pussy when I finish, I'mma put one in her forehead
I guess it's part of the trade
With the bitch drinkin' up nut, like Thunderbird and Kool-Aid
I know you like the Hennesshit
A down-ass Crip nigga maccin' to some Slob bitches
Aw yeah, maccin' to some Slob bitches
Straight maccin' to some Slob bitches
Verse 5: OG Domino:
Now me and some of the homies from the hood were in a G thang
Rollin' up to the Compton Swap Meet for some B-I-T-C-HES yeah bitches
The kind-ass flammin' wearin' hairy fly switches
Hopped out the wagon C-rads on the gold ones
And I'm fucced up still sippin' on a cold one
Claimin' (?) locs see a little proper
But she ain't shit 'cause I already popped her
So I finally see a new bitch to fool but she trippin'
Sportin' that Chicago bullshit
I approached her thinkin' it ain't no thang but goddamn
The bitch had a red shoestring
Is she one of those visit to a G
These kinda bitches look for givin' VD
She's from the stangin' side so you know it don't clicc
Tramp-ass slutty-ass Slob-ass biatch!
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