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sag low - b.g. knocc out lyrics

yeah higga
put your money up
n-gg-
yeah
hub city
hub is the city of everything
look straight out of cbt
compton’s obg
k izzo
never leave the pad
without a pistol
a lot claim to be
but most ain’t official
i’m down to the bone n-gg-
down to the gristle
in my set
every day
a lot of shots raang out
claim that we call a thug
in compton we just banged out
i used to grip gain
chop game with baby lane
nothing like the n-gg-s
that was raised in the ‘80s man

digging ak’s
take 9’s and 3 80s came
we would wait out of state
waiting on the gravy train
caught hit the yard
the majority were all 5 boys
now they all 6’s
cell call from the boat yard
they wanna know what’s happening
it really ain’t the same
because of we still sagging
and them eagles in the town
bow down
we still smashing

cause from monday through sunday
ain’t nothing but gun play
mothers get shot
little kids get hit
straight out heaters chasing cheaters
even dogs get bit

n-gg-s still marking out
n-gg-s still switching sets
some still dripping wet
some still gripping texts

even on the lord’s day
at church with your mom
boy you better have a gun
cause the grip it still
sag low
put your ak
with a drum
and we know that you’re done
cause the grip it still sag low

my hood got a rep
but it’s rather notorious
trust me little cuz
you don’t want to go to war with us
i called the first time
i caught an hammie with a tommy
ripped my pants
on the back gate
running from the johnnies
but i got away
bay station
ducked up in the hide away
went to sleep thinking
man somebody
gotta die today
in the grand scheme of life
just another hood tale

we only blow cush
cause we love
the way that good smell
hit a hoodie on the cell
cause she got that good tail
lable me a crip
cause i stroll
with a hood bail

even up in jail
i hustle for that good meal
p-rno, cigarettes, weed
anything i could sell
inside or out
always made a great living
push eggs on easter
sling pies on thanksgiving

i talk it cause i walk it
talk it cause i live it
i see it so i get it
everywhere that i pivot
rip rider all blue flame
so i’m fired up
watching for informants, snitches
they be hired up
on paperwork working for feds
these n-gg-s wired up
eunuchs no b-lls
they jaws need to be
wired shut

even on the lord’s day
at church with your mom
boy you better have a gun
cause the grip it still
sag low
put your ak
with a drum
and we know that you’re done
cause the grip it still sag low

compton is the city
everybody trying to be like
even got africans talking
about what the c like
french crips stay strapped
they know to keep that mag on
wild in kosovo
the rips get they sag on

i wonder if raymond thought
this crip sh-t will last long
rip the big took
soldiers gotta p-ss on
never die
we only multiply
they got they math wrong

wonder if we all came together
then we’d be mad strong
most n-gg-s claim it
but most don’t rep it right
talk about the true
it’s always new
so i’m gonna tell it

ain’t no need to prove it
cause cripping is a movement
one gang’s all the same
guerillas in different units
soldiers on the front line
our enemy is one time
known to start riots
in that california sunshine

crip crazy
crip like to follow me
cut out the belly of the beast
he tried to swallow me
riders in the pen
still known to get it in
hold your head
let me round up the troops
we coming in
para military style
with my literary style
i can put the warden’s face
on his obituary now

even on the lord’s day
at church with your mom
boy you better have a gun
cause the grip it still
sag low
put your ak
with a drum
and we know that you’re done
cause the grip it still sag low

- b g knocc out lyrics

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