Break-a-Slob-Down

[Intro]
Nigga!
You know I had to get ya! (x4)

[Verse 1: G-Bone]
Well it's the muthafuckin' C
Slob niggas comin' up short
Rip Ride, we slide to the muthafuckin' south flow
4 deep creepin', BG's on a mission
Got word that the muthafuckin' Slob niggas slippin'
We about to put the muthafuckin' smash down
On these muthafuckas on the other side of town
Jumpin' up, out of the muthafuckin' G-ride
Creepin' up out of the muthafuckin' Nelly from the blunt
There they go in a pack, Slobs tryin' to bicc bacc
We put them triggers on them Slob niggas, fuck that
This ass be sacked to the muthafuckin' G
Blaze up the blunt, took a shot of the Hennessy
We dippin' back to the muthafuckin' C-Side
Two C's, AD, BG, nigga, Rip Ride
Baby Gangsta Bone is a loc'ed out young nigga
Straight Slob killa, cuz, I'm a Crip, fuck you niggas

[Chorus]
This is how we break a muthafucka down
Break a muthafucka down, break a muthafucka down
Slobs can't get away from this itchy trigga finga
Straight Slob killa, cuz, I'm a Crip, fuck you niggas

[Verse 2: AWOL]
Some niggas pulled up yellin' about that Slob shit
I said like Spiggedy-One (Spice 1), cuz: 'what part of the game is this?'
Crip Rich went to dumpin like he never bust no heat
The Gauge blew him back and knocked the Slob off his feet
Came up down the alley when I clock my Crip Face Hun
He said, "What's crackin' 'WOL?, I said, "run, nigga, run"
Cuz, we just peeled the Slob on the corner of my street
We made her park her shit, we blew that Slob in her jeep
Then Hun said "Cuz, I realize we got some muthafuckin' playa haters"
They hate me most 'cause they some fuckin' baby gangsta haters
I got cousins, I'm blowin' Relatives in half
And we kill Family Inglewood Faggots wanna get my ass
But I'm protected by the blue and the green
Rat-tat-tat, put a Elm in the gangsta league, cuz
I guess that's how this shit's supposed to C
Cock my Glock, K's up to 2Pac, Slob, feel me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: G-Bone]
I'm givin' up the C to these muthafuckin' Snoops
Slobs catchin' the blues when a nigga dippin' through
Hand on my heat, pullin' the trigger with the quickness
Slobs feelin' the muthafuckin' wrath of my Cripness
Crippin' to the fullest 'cause, nigga, fuck Slobs, fuck all Slobs
Nigga, I'm a muthafuckin' Carip, straight Slob killa
Showin' these muthafuckin' Slobs no love
These muthafuckin' Slobs are gonna be chokin' on they own blood
'Cause I'm fillin' 'em up with this muthafuckin' hot lead
Slob niggas and Slob bitches bankin' put this in muthafuckin' red
Smoked by a loccin' nigga crippin' is all a nigga know
Dumpin' these muthafuckin' Slobs with my chrome .44
My nigga, Face is killin' up shit, Slob niggas feelin' the pain
Gangsta 'WOL, makin' 'em stain, drivin' these Slob niggas insane
Slobs can't hang
I thought you know the Bone is on my Crip jock
South Side Atlantic Drive Crip Ride, nigga, fuck Slob

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: AWOL]
Slobs better believe in heat on Compton corners with Glocks
'Cause I'll C bustin' on Elms a lot, yellin', "Cuz, this is Cedar Block"
Confused, but they don't wanna KCB's
Original KP's, OBG's and BG's
Two C's up, my bitch be laughin' at me 'cause I'm a nut
AWOL C givin' a fuck, you fuck with cuz, you fuck up
'Cause I'm not the nigga you thought I was, nigga, from Kelly Park Compton, cuz
Doin' the shit like Oklahoma, niggas was not knowin' what it was
Blood, killa, steady packin' a heat
And Piru Killa, leavin you Slobs 6 feet deep, sleep
You best to catch AIDS if you believe in magic
Or I C pumpin' the trigger quick, leave the scenes tragic
Slobs better be thinkin' about it, better be thinkin' about they shit
Better be thinkin' about they hood, thinkin' about they Slob bitch
If she flamed the fuck up
I hope she red enough
But if she's too fuckin' dry, I'mma have to help her out and wet her up

[Chorus]