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slobs keep on slippin' (remix) - nationwide rip ridaz lyrics

intro: big freeze:

yeah, this one for the remix, nationwide rip ridaz still on a mothafuccin’ mission, you slob n*ggas just keep on slippin’, (slobs keep on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’) but i guess y’all don’t understand, n*gga catch you n*ggas in traffic, bangin’ with them colors, and y’all ain’t heatin’, it’s on and craccin’, n*gga!

verse 1: cixx pac:

knicc knacc, paddy wacc, give a dog a bone
nah don’t give him nuthin’ but a funeral home
’cause it’s too late to pray, you can call it judgement day
put the smash down on yo’ hood like a renegade, n*gga
puttin’ his guns perpetratin’ like he different
but in reality he kiccin’ a can in the ghost town
fool, this is watts and tombstone, the evil side
you know why we chucc ’em, you won’t survive

verse 2: awol:

everytime i sleep, the devil tell me
to get the 47, get revenge for lil’ b?
give them hula hoop and if the elms wanna trip
you should shut them n*ggas down if you have to k!ll a crip
slobs get in the way when i’m shippin’ and poppin’
if it’s a slob in my way, then it’s a slob i’mma drop, d*mn
now i’m puttin’ in work on a die*ru
it’s still speak the same sh*t, fucc a hula hoop
can’t mix wit’ a n*gga 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 b*tch know
that i made a slob n*gga dush with the 44
verse 3: big freeze:

give yo’ soul to the lord ’cause yo’ ass is mine, n*gga
you flossin’ and i’m bussin’, no discussion and wastin’ time
i’m k!llin’ slobs ’cause i gives a fucc
now, who see the n*gga (?) comin’ through, with the desert eagle
tales runnin’ up up off the regal and colors
puttin’ holes inside those of n*ggas’ 64s
who knows who will ce next on the hit
it’son this maniac assassin, a n*gga stay blastin’
’cause i hate slobs with a passion
run into ’em in traffic, get ’em smashin’

verse 4: baby half dead:

shootin’ up sh*t on the eastside where we rip ride
and cause homicide, every mothafuccin’ night
no one knows when baby half come to hoo*ride
k!llin’ all slobs on the east and the westside
quicc to pull the trigga on my victim
and no one knows when a hollow tip will hit him
and like my n*gga twan said “n*gga, did me too”
so i can smoke one on the ace and smoke another on the deuce (on the deuce)
a 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, slobs n*ggas comin’ up short
ride with my baby gangsta homie young scr*p loc
two baby g atlantic drive compton crips
straight crip facin’ it to the fullest, triggas gettin’ pulled quicc
slobs gettin’ slipped in, slugs breakin’ n*ggas down
n*ggas comin’ up short caught slippin’ outta bounds
st*rdy dead, tec*9s smokin’ up sh*t
two trigga happy slob k!llas representin’ crip
az rip ride southside, n*gga, hoo*ride
n*ggas straight crippin’ to the fullest, n*gga, do or die
fucc damu, fucc them damu (k!lla!)
n*ggas, two atlantic drive baby gangsta crip n*ggas straight comin’ through
young gangsta bone steady dippin’, n*gga, 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*ggas 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 f*dg* towns
rappin’ or strappin’ or rat*tat*tat*tattin’
provoke to smoke, 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 assh0l* 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 dark then i spray
i’m on that ass when you dash, i chase you down with the k
’cause it p*sses me off when this crip catches you bustas
playin’ this game that’s (?), playin’ k!llas and hustlas
leave this sh*t to us g’s, and leave this sh*t 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 sh*t to us crip n*ggas
see i’m the dust kiccer, the set tripper
ain’t no one is tellin’, fucc all slobs, n*ggas this is anybody k!ller!
verse 7: twin loc:

well fucc slob i rocc regular, ceep smokin’ these succas
slob n*ggas stay slippin’ so i be murderin’ these mothafuccas
rippin’ and scr*ppin’ 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 you punk*ass piru n*ggas slippin’
that’s on 40 adc, 5288116
must from puttin’ you busta triccs in the mix
slobs can’t fade us, i be dicin’ ’em like potatoes
’cause that 45388116 stinks still’s the greatest

outro: twin loc:

* cuz, know i’m sayin’ it’s half line, yeah, cuz, you know i’m sayin’, lemme get that sh*t, we got franklin in these mothafuccas, you know what i’m sayin’, we got the adc’s you know what i’m sayin’, the f*dg* towns, half line gangstas, you know what i’m sayin’, cuz
* shouts out to my n*gga big half, lil’ freeze, baby freeze, what’s up, n*gga, what’s up, n*gga?!
* wassup, n*gga, let them n*ggas know what time it is, cuz!
* the whole f*dg* towns better k!llin’ the 547
* the southside…
* cariiip, cariiip!
* f*dg* towns, front streets…
* eastside! eastsiiiide!
* my n*gga baby capone, ec wanna know in peace, n*gga sky
* fruit town k!lla! tree top k!lla!
* yeah…
* cariiip!
* y’all slob n*ggas keep on slippin’!
* fucc slobs, cuh!
* when we catch you slippin’ in traffic we buggin’…
* fucc them n*ggas….!
* mobs was swervin’ on you n*ggas ’95 now…
* cariiip! cariiip!
* south street…
* get caught in traffic and sh*t get drastic…
* bk all mothafuccin’ day
* fucc slobs, cuz
* you know what i’m sayin’…
* lil’ stone, bk ridas, damu k!lla, fucc slobs, n*gga!
* cariip!
slobs keep on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’… x3

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