Throw the C’s in the Air (Remix) (C’s in the Air)

[Intro]
Muthafucka bring it on x4

[TWIN LOC]
Loc'd out in the brain from that muthafuckin' A gang
I bang with the down and remain for that money mane
Blast me a Slob pull the trigger blow his brains out
A tisket, a tasket, closed casket what I'm talkin about
To blast a Slob leave him wheelin' in a wheelchair
I really don't give a fuck
I really don't fuck or care
It's the Crip in me
I take Slobs like cats
Givin' up Avalon beat them down with bats
Check my tats on my backarms, forearms and neck
40 AGC's is what you get
It's the shit
I bust on Slobs on a regular
Fuck penicillin 'cause they need to get rid of that
Period color, busta, I put that on the land
My homies beat down your homies with they bare hands
AGC's, enemies catch the blues
And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes

[Chorus]
East Side Avalon niggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin', throw them C's in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

Muthafucka bring it on

[TWIN LOC]
Chitty-chitty-gangbang, Avalon Crip Gang
Do this to the fullest 'cause I do this shit everyday
To spray this Slob quick in a hurry
Pop-pop to your dome now your mama gots to bury
Another bitch-ass Slob!
That's what I'm singin'
Let me catch one of you bitch-ass niggas I'm straight sprayin'
Stayin', down, A's up to my homies
Especially to my niggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky Tony
And all my soldiers in the muthafuckin' system
Ain't havin no bitch-ass Slobs tryna diss 'em
Been in it to win it, loc'd out Crips roll and when I die
I wrote Crip engraved in my tombstone
"Here lies a real loc'd out fuckin' rider"
"With real gangsta lyrics stickin' like a screwdriver", I provide a
Strap for my homies if you willin' for a Slob massacre
Another Avalon killin', cuz

[Chorus]
East Side Avalon niggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin', throw them C's in the air
And if you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip
East Side Avalon niggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin', throw them C's in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

Muthafucka bring it on

[TWIN LOC]
Shouts out to my riders from the muthafuckin' A
1-16, 88, 45, Trey
G-Ant, G-Mike, Skill Bill and that's real
And my nigga K-Fly just love to kill
Jeff O, Scrappa, Joe Cool, Boo and Cisco
And I can't forget about Snoop
And Baby Nose, Big Seeker
Givin' it up for the 88 Streets
Forgot a gang of muthafuckin' homies, hah
But that's Aiight
Still throw my A, way in the air, 'cause I just don't care
For the C-mix, the G-mix, G-Cell-E
Got to get the hood tatted on my belly
Mobbin through the hood on the quest for chips
Stayin' heated 'cause I'm heated just in case you trip, Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Haha, and we comin' at your muthafuckin' ass, haha
Yeah, y'all thought we fell off
We comin' at yo' bitch-ass, nigga
'Cause I'm a G
But not like Warren
With them wack-ass beats and tracks that's borin'
You know what I'm sayin'
For all you muthafuckas out there dissin', haha
We gon' keep rollin'
Dangerous in this bitch
For the C-mix
Throw your A's up!
Hahahahaha

Muthafucka bring it on
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