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Correct Slob 187 Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Scarface] I woke up one morning Ran outside because I seen yellow tape Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape Another A-T-L-A-N-T-I-C B-D drive-by As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why But they don't know that I don't give a fuck I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this Slob up My mama told me stay away from the gang But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick out his teeth And bang his head against the concrete And my neighbors wasn't no muthafuckin' snitches I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done in these ditches You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take By me - another down B-G Scarface Atlantic Drive Compton Crip I can't stand R-E-D So that's the main point and the facts So let me grab my gat - bust back Cause this is Snoop attack All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5 Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin' Y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere Two C's from Compton Crip Cuz and I'm outta here [Verse 2: Crip Inch] Betta watch your back This is Piru 187 Put a Slob on his back with the Mac-11 A Kelly with a gun won't run and hide It's a nigga Crip Inch and comin' from the East Side Watch these Slobs just run and duck Cause I ain't givin' up nuthin' but bad luck Gotta kill at will So I pack my steel Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that's real You might say that I'm too far gone Mind lost and tossed off the edge of the terrordome Now I'm off to just makin' a brains hang Runnin' the streets with the muthafuckin' K gang One down but I still ain't hurt Cause I'm killin' Slobs off from here to Gettesburg The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop [Verse 3: G-Bone] Slobs can't getaway from this itchy trigga finger Straight Slob killin' Cuz I'm a Crip Fuck them niggas Peel their caps cack with a muthafuckin' Tec-9 Slob-ass niggas better muthafuckin' recognize This is the Slob killa A-D double C Flee dog, B-Dog Kill a Cuz I'm a L-O-C Sendin' Slob niggas on the stairway to hell I can't inhale cause I can't stand that dead lobster smell So dump that nigga in a dizitch All Slob killa and that includes a Snoop Bitch They always set a Crip up and won't give a fuck That's why I stick the Criplettes cause they cock this bomb as fuck But you know you gotta watch their punk-ass ho's too Cause some Criplette got love for Dirus A ho ain't shit Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch Cause they would fuck a Slob And come suck a Crip dick I can't trust the ho and I don't fuck with Slobs I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lobs This is a muthafuckin' C-R-I-P Ain't no love for an S-L-O-B [Verse 4: awol] I'm givin' up the K to some Slobs on they dome Slobs wanna trip, Slob nigga bring it on Shot a Slob's dome with this 30-06 Infra-red scope with the 30 round clip A Compton Crip Bat man, don't step too close Cause you's a Slob-ass ex Crip nigga from East Coast That nigga Dog better watch his dome My dick still in his mouth so my nigga it's on You ain't a dog, you's a M-U-T On the nuts of a Compton B-G Fuck Bangin' On Wax and fuck a True Blue tape Fuck everybody hood if they dissin' the K C, I get it strap and I'm ready for a 211 Catch a Slob and it's Slob 187 [Verse 5: Troll Loc] S-N-Double 'o'-P to the K Make way when I spray Slobs just ain't safe Cause it's on with them muthafuckin' off-brand niggas servin' 'Rus like Dinner with this itchy trigga finger Puttin' brains to the side walk to end all talk Bitch Slobs get chalked when they slip and get caught Fuck all Dirus and the families have made 'em Niggas grew up claimin' Snoops and now can't shit save 'em When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome I catch a cap to the hat when I'm gattin' the chrome Lettin' off in your muthafuckin' hood dead rags better duck Cause a Kelly is up to no good See you wearing your colors and watch Troll unload And leave you dead shirt camouflage with 16 holes Glock 9 causin' doom like that muthafuckin' Armageddon When I step in Slob's turn bitch when they see my weapon To the head cause there ain't no love Ask you: "Where you from?" and blast if your ass say Blood Cause it's a straight Compton Crip Teachin' oo-lobs Fuck all y'all I'm claimin' Slob 187 [Verse 6: Rider J] Fuck a Slob, fuck a 'Ru And anybody else too See Cuz I gotta do for me Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my A-D-C A 'Ru or a Snoop ain't hard to do away Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray niggas Any Slob killa You can't come kickin' in my hood muthafucka cause I peel ya I'm rollin' through your hood with much Crip Disrespect Blue'd up on Atlantic and it's time to set Settle The muthafuckin' score Tec-9 bullets muthafuckas now open up the door And to you Slob muthafuckas that don't know me Fuck your sets and your dead homies A-D-C up niggas!
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