Crabs Keep On Slippin’ (Japanese Bonus Track)

Chorus:

Crabs keep on slippin' (x4)
DJ Quik: Now it's time to do some set trippin' (x4)

Verse 1:

Gettin' right back at cha, nigga it's me
It's that Crab killin' nigga from the C to the MGB
As in Crenshaw Mafia, name Lil' Hawksta
Slippin' and slidin' and I'm CK ridin' like it ain't no thang
It's the Mafia Lane and if you ask me again then I'mma tell you the same
I gives a fuck, Glock cocked finger on the trigga
And True Flue killa, FUCK y'all niggas
Punks, bustas, you mothafuckin' lollies
You can't diss the B, you better ask somebody
And for talkin' that shit you gon' get yo' mouf split
On Westside, Inglewood be's the mothafuckin' hit
Where the Bloods get they bang on, Crabs get their brains blown
Low down CK Century and it's on
It's on and it's on and it's on and it's on
Lil' Hawk YGB peelin' Crab niggas' domes
Westside-Eastside straight, dumpin' out the G ride
Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta what that mothafuckin' B like (Like!)
And C side niggas I be killin' fo' sho'
Puttin' big red tags on they mothafuckin' toe

Chorus (x4)

Verse Duse:

See, bow wow wow is what the fuck these niggas say
But the Blood that I be's made me do a CK
On these Crab-ass niggas, M-U double T's
Only the real D-O-G-G's represent the B, brrrrrr
You don't want a nigga to get stupid
Inglewood, Denver, Nebraska, St. Louis, Goddamn
You don't wanna be the Lil' Hawksta
Where you from, fool? Crenshaw Mafia
I'm just, shakin' and breakin' and takin' off, once again it's me
It's that B to the L double O mothafuckin' D, YG
Cherried out from head to toe
It's that brazy-ass nigga from the 104 but
Speakin' of foes, it's makin' me sick
'Cause these Crab-ass niggas keep ridin' the dick
There's only one 104, and that be's the Mafia
Just like there's only one nigga Lil' Hawkster
With mo' bounce to the ounce and a case of O.E.'s
So mothafuck a St. Ides when a nigga hoo-rides
It's the Westside, best side, don't be swangin' on my nuts
Red Ridin' through yo' hood but I really don't give a fuck

Chorus (x4)

Verse 3:

Now, it's time to give it up to the Bloods that I roll with
The ones that I jack with and the ones I kill Crabs with
SP, you know it's all good
And my nigga Wiz, nigga, he puttin' it down for the hood
Tiny-Lok, Big Bool, Lil' Ru and CK
Ice Mike, Lil' Nutt, Tweed banged every day
Big Dog has the dice so it's on and poppin'
Big Hawk hit the 7, bagged 011
Lil' Bazzarro and Kap, ain't no mothafuckin' jokin'
Lil' Dogg he walkin', leave fuckin' in yo' draws he was
Left and right, on the side where it's at
And you don't wanna bee me and Lil' B-Mack
Gettin' bigger, packin' a couple of sour like Rice Krispies
And snap, crackle, pop, G-Bone with the Glock
Turbo and Snoop, Lil' Ken in the pen
Lil' Daze in the 64, high off that indo
Hell Razor, Venom, Lil' Lunch on the block
Double Ehtee, OD, Big Booz, Vamp and Jock, Vinny Bop
KB Gramps, Sims, Smiley
And y'all don't wanna fuck with my nigga, Kennyboy Rowdy

Chorus (x4)