[Intro: Big Freeze]:
Yeah, this one for the remix, Nationwide Rip Ridaz still on a mothafuccin' mission, you Slob n***as just keep on slippin', (Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin') but I guess y'all don't understand, n***a catch you n***as in traffic, bangin' with them colors, and y'all ain't heatin', it's on and craccin', n***a!
[Verse 1: Cixx Pac]:
Knicc knacc, paddy wacc, give a Dog a bone
Nah, don't give up nuthin' but a funeral home
'Cause it's too late to pray, you can call it judgement day
Puttin' the smash down on yo' hood like a renegade, n***a
Puttin' his guns perpetratin' like he different
In reality he kiccin' a can in the ghost town
Fool, this is Watts and Tombstone, the evil side
You know why they chucc 'em, you won't survive
[Verse 2: AWOL]:
Everytime I sleep, the Devil tell me
To get the 47, get revenge for Lil' Beep?
Kill a Hula Hoop and if the Elms wanna trip
You should shut them n***as down if you have to kill a Crip
Slobs get in the wind when I'm shippin' and poppin'
If it's a Slob in my way, then it's a Slob I'mma drop, damn
Now I'm puttin' in work on a Die-ru
And still speak the same shit, fucc a Hula Hoop
Can't mix wit' a n***a in dead
So I grab my mini 4 and put a Slob to bed
Please, don't tell my grandma and don't let my bitch know
That I made a Slob n***a deuce? with the .44
[Verse 3: Big Freeze]:
Give yo' soul to the Lord 'cause yo' ass is mine, n***a
You flossin' and I'm bussin', no discussion and wastin' time
I'm killin' Slobs 'cause I gives a fucc
Now, who see the n***a that's evil comin' through, with the Desert Eagle
Tales runnin' up up off the Regal and colors
Puttin' holes inside those of n***as' 64s
Who knows who will ce next on the hit
It's on this maniac assassin, a n***a stay blastin'
'Cause I hate Slobs with a passion
Run into 'em in traffic, get 'em smashin'
[Verse 4: Baby Half Dead]:
Shootin' up shit on the Eastside (booyah!) where we Rip Ride
And cause homicide, every mothafuccin' night
No one knows when Baby Half come to hoo-ride
Killin' all Slobs on the East and the Westside
Quicc to pull the trigga on my victim
And no one knows where a hollow tip will hit him
And like my n***a Twan said "n***a, did me too"
So I can smoke one on the Ace and smoke another on the Deuce (On the Deuce)
I got the TEC with the 50-round clip
Slobs better bow down or be the victim of the mothafuccin' set trip
[Chorus x2]:
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
[Verse 5: G-Bone]:
I'm pullin' the mothafuccin' trigga, Slob n***as comin' up short
Ride with my baby gangsta homie Young Scrap Loc
Two baby G Atlantic Drive Compton Crips
Straight Crip facin' it to the fullest, triggas gettin' pulled quicc
Slobs gettin' slipped off, slugs breakin' n***as down
N***as comin' up short, caught slippin' outta bounds
30 rounds, lil' TEC-9s smokin' up shit
Two trigga happy Slob killas representin' Crip
AD Rip Ride Southside, n***a, hoo-ride
N***as straight Crippin' to the fullest, n***a, do or die
Fucc Damu, fucc them Damu (KILLA!)
N***as, two Atlantic Drive baby gangsta Crip n***as straight comin' through
Young Gangsta Bone steady dippin', n***a, A's up
D's up, two C's, SB's gettin' sprayed up
Slobs that get caught, had that ass comin' up missin'
So you Slob n***as keep on slippin'
[Verse 6: Big Freeze & Broncoe]:
Let us up outta here, Loc, make the blocc on these bustas
Goin' all out in my hood, it's all good, mothafuccas
From the Gardens, to the Fronts, to the Village, pass it down
Set trip if you want but you can't fucc with the Fudge Towns
Rappin' or strappin' or rat-tat-tat-tattin'
Provoke you to smoke you, show you make sure you hoes what's happenin'
My lifestyle consist of gang related activity
Beanie, khaki, suit, All Stars and a loaded 9 milli'
If you caught in the zone, a new asshole is what I'm tearin' ya
I hope you got insurance 'cause yo' peoples finna bury ya
Bring the hat, let the gats crack
I caught another Slob in the hood, I'm a Loc so I did that
A tiger shark in the dark, creep out the cut then I spray
I'm on that ass when you dash, I chase you down with the K
'Cause it pisses me off when this Crip catches you bustas
Trynap lay this game that's (?), playin' killas and hustlas
Leave this shit to us G's, and leave this shit to us Locs
'Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble, you for sure you get smoked
I got my 9 all cocced and my fingas on the trigga
So all you Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to us Crip n***as
See I'm the dust kiccer, the set tripper
Ain't no one is tellin', fucc all Slobs, n***as, this is anybody killer!
[Verse 7: Twin Loc]:
Well fucc Slob, I rocc regular, ceep smokin' these succas
Slob n***as stay slippin' so I be murderin' these mothafuccas
Rippin' and scrappin' or sprayin', I put that on the A
And then I be straight BK'n and springin' wit' my chopper
Watch a Slob dropper, I'm sicc with this Crippin'
And I bet' not catch none o' you punk-ass Piru n***as slippin'
That's on 40 ADC, 5-2, 88, 11-6
Must from puttin' you busta triccs in the mix
Slobs can't fade us, I be dicin' 'em like potatoes
'Cause that 453, 88, 11-6 stinks still's the greatest
[Outro: Twin Loc]:
- Cuz, you know I'm sayin' it's Half Line, yeah, cuz, you know I'm sayin', lemme get that shit, we got Franklin in these mothafucca, you know what I'm sayin', we got the ADC's, you know what I'm sayin', the Fudge Towns, the Avalon gangstas, you know what I'm sayin', cuz
- Shouts out to my n***a Big Half, Lil' Freeze, Baby Freeze, what's up, n***a, what's up, n***a?!
- Wassup, n***a, let them n***as know what time it is, cuz!
- The whole Fudge Towns better the 10 and the 5-7
- The Southside
- Cariiip, Cariiip!
- Fudge Towns, Front Streets
- Eastside! Eastsiiiide!
- My n***a Baby Capone, EC wanna know in peace, n***a Sky
- Fruit Town Killa! Tree Top Killa!
- Eastside!
- Yeah
- Cacriiip!
- Y'all Slob n***as keep on slippin'!
- Fucc Slobs, cuh!
- When we catch you slippin' in traffic we buggin'
- Fucc them n***as!
- Mobs was swervin' on you n***as '95 now [?]
- Cariiip! Cariiip!
- South Street
- Get caught in traffic and shit get drastic
- BK all mothafuccin' day
- Fucc Slobs, cuz
- You know what I'm sayin', [?], Lil' Stone, BK ridas, Damu Killa, fucc Slobs, n***a!
- Cariip!
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin' x3
