Another Slob Bites the Dust lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Rag]
From dawn 'til dusk another slob bites the dust
When Blue Rag straight start to bust
?? in the streets from a ?? troop
Let’s put away our guns and straight throw up a duel
f*ck that rappin’, let’s scuffle to see who’ll buckle
I’ll bet you I’ll win ‘cause I’m ?? knuckles
And knock you out, flat on your back
Then grab the strap, pull the trigger and peel your cap
‘Cause I woke up early this morning
Load up my mag before I gotta ?? yearning
Set off to kill me a Piru
‘Cause I’m the other sh*t and I love ?? red and blue
When vicious thoughts in my mind of killin’ a snoop
And I’ma keep on crippin’ cause’ it’s a must with no fuzz
Another slob bites the dust

[Verse 2: Crip Inch]
Creepin’ on a mission in the motherf*ckin’ dark
It’s the n*gga Crip Inch from Compton Kelly Park
Eyes low off the indo, strapped with the .44
Just watch how the gun smoke
I get loose off the Crip juice
Kill another six-deuce, just fadin’ the ‘iru
Three times for the C-R-I-P
Now you know why we stopped the peace treaty
Bark in my heart, so n*gga don’ trip
A Crip face will go from cliff to cliff
Mo’ love for my six dead homies
So a n*gga just goin’ off forty
Crooked eye to the brain got me insane
So a n*gga just runnin’ with the K-gang
Down for Crip, and down to bust
It’s a must, a slob gotta bite the dust
[Verse 3: C-Note]
Cloody Mary, I don’t know how you would have recovered
Too bad you couldn’t ?? get you to the album cover
By the way have a gunshot wound to your head
You knew not to step in my cell ring dead
Did you think you could outrun the bullet in my gun?
Damn, slob b*tch you’s is straight dumb
I guess it’s ‘cause the set that they from
n*ggas in red claimin’ gangstas, the cities, yes
I go here on scene, they say to all the real n*ggas: “Throw up your signs”
And all the Crip motherf*ckers kick the “Kill a slob”-rhyme
Crip in ?? if you down with your set
To put a muthaf*ckin’ snoop b*tch down with a knick knack paddy wack
Give a slob a slug
Point blank range into his muthaf*ckin’ mug…

[Verse 4: BK AKA Tweedy Bird Loc]
Yeah n*gga, BK is back
I’m ‘bout to jack me some slobs on muthaf*ckin’ wax
Cuz, I can’t stand a n*gga wearin’ red
Catch his ass slippin’, shoot him dead in his f*ckin’ head
‘Cause I was bred to be a lunatic
Straight from the streets so you know I ain’t takin’ sh*t
So it’s time for me to check
Them slob ass n*ggas who dissed my set
f*ck Avenue Piru
And your slob ass momma who had you fool
And it’s comin’ from a G not a mark
How in the f*ck you gone diss Kelly Park?
[Verse 5: AWOL]
Blue coat, blue pants, blue beanie, and blue shoes
Got me livin’, givin’ n*ggas the blues
You motherf*ckin’ right I’m a ricket
I must kill a slob then I must go and kick it
Drop the bomb and get on and take my black ass home
‘Cause when they see the Crip face slobs turn to stone
No time to ball or run you better duck
You’re sh*t outta luck and stuck while I’m jackin’ for bucks
Inch grab the AK, and it’s aim
Nuts, guts, head and brains
So when I see a shadow duck from the window
I kill a slob, then you hear the wind blow
Six-four droppin’, fat ass foppin’
Givin’ up the K every hood that I stop in
Eight to the face, f*ck it, it’s on
It all went down on Elm and Slough
Yellin’ out K-gang down to gang bang
Killin’ lots and watch all the brains hang
Baby gangsta down for the Crip sh*t
See a slob and let my clip spit
Dead flag make a n*gga wanna cuss
So trust, a slob gotta bite the dust

[Outro]
Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
Neighborhood and Southside!
Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
Neighborhood and Southside!
Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
Neighborhood and Southside!
[Outro: Sin Loc]
It’s all the way live in Compton muthaf*cka (yeah)
Steppin’ on you slobs’ feet (that’s right)
Crunchin’ them motherf*ckers up (hahaha)
(For the east side!)