niggaz don't want no problem - nationwide rip ridaz lyrics
[g-bone]
draped in powder blue
walkin’ through the hood, strapped
with the .9 millimeter, straight
feelin’ good, stroll
over the bradfield, on the other side
where loc’d out crip who gives a f-ck about bloods, ??
she strollin’ thru my homies and my crip swing
kickin’ out the snoop fool cause it’s a crip thing
do or die, atlantic drive, that’s what i am talking about
trigga happy trigger finger straight taking n-ggas out
?roamin’? and jet
?as a little of a twist? in and out here comes the .9
cause it’s puttin’ in work time
and gon’ see if i can catch a punk slob slippin’
i’m a b.g
so i’m straight off for set trippin’, b.g
abbreviated is: baby gangsta
n-gga step up
and you know that i’ma bank you
no time to hesitate
yes, one-two-three
over ?? you or biggety stomp out by me
the outcome
is that n-gga that got broke off
locced out crip
that’s the opposite of soft
n-ggas always strapped so i don’t give a f-ck, i roll
atlantic a-d-c is what i’m always givin’ up
so n-ggas c-ware of the notorious “panicc zone”
crazy s-b-g by the name of mr. gangsta bone
straight givin’ up props cause the a.k. is up
s.s., n.h. and west side nutty blocc, cuzz
carver park and mona park and east side spook town
on these motherf-ckin’ darus straight gettin’ shot down
tragniew, front hood, pocket hood, swamps too
duccy hood, six-hood and the anzac crew
t-zone, lantana and park village
compton crips – comin’ through
makin’ all slobs k!llin’
acacia blocc and farm dogs and ward lane
slobbin’ b-tches become on slob on this ?jigga lane?
i can’t forget about them n-ggas on chester street
all my motherf-ckin’ homies from o-b-b-c
straight blastin’ on slobs then k!llin’ daru
this is atlantic drive crip cuzz
comin’ straight through fool
[all]
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
[scarface]
i’m pumpin’ and i’m dumpin’ all you slobs with my 12 gauge
at a young age i reached a life of g-ngb-ngin’ stage
growin’ up ain’t givin’ a f-ck, known as the compton nut
so i begun to shot in their face and bucked because they tried to duck
n-ggas don’t wanna see the s-a-f-a-c-e atlantic drive b.g
the criminal minded compton finest, no other can’t see me
cause i just had a fight and shank you bustas up with the knife
it’s like a ?little knife? and everything’s gonna c alright
[all]
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
[hun locc]
blue rag on my head with some blue chuck t’s
pendleton crip, blue khakis to my knee
awol pulls up with the motherf-ckin’ stick
i took a couple of hits now a n-gga’s wig is split
now ‘wol put me up on some sh-t that went on
he said he smoked the slob that was hangin’ down on sloan
i said what’s crackin’ ‘wol let’s to put this sh-t – down
i know he was an elm, let’s go get a fruit town
[all]
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
[awol]
k’s up
another crip face from the eastside
baby gangsta down for the hoo-ride
can’t trust no p.o.g
an onion-head coward or a four c.b., uh
elm street, lime hood get crazy
choked up on a f-ckin’ .380
awol got it goin’ again
k’s up, hoes down cause i’m puttin’ a point in
swayhook wanna trip on a crip
but the evil ‘k was straight empty the whole clip
can’t mix with the inglewood f-ggot
twinkie slob or crenshaw maggot
fruit town get clowned like tree top
cedar block, lueders park get the pop pop
can’t fade a young–ss b.g
more props when i’m sellin’ in my k.c
khakis low, slangin’ yayo
but k’s up i’m a motherf-ckin’ compton loccsta
[all]
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems with my hood
n-ggas don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems…
[scarface]
yeah this is b.g. scarface from south side atlantic drive compton crip
you know i’m sayin’
we got my homeboys from kelly park, over here in the house
my homeboy awol and hun
my homeboys from watts franklin square, the f-dg- town
they all in the house, you know i’m sayin’
and i got my homeboy
i wanna give a shout out to my homeboy big bun too
and my homeboy gangsta bone, i hear you n-gga
s.b.k. a ??? drive
this atlantic drive and we’re outta here n-gga
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