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Some of the Crips and the Bloods
Two of LA counties most vicious gangs
LA police are getting their orders
As they prepare for another assault on street gangs

Yah. What is that? OG On The Blade, you know what I mean Yah
Often times a Nigga had to trip on
Bloods and Crips Yah League of Starz Yah
Gary nigga blowing doja, switched it over westcoast
Used to meet my dope plug on 65th and Figueroa
Nigga was an old school IVC
Fred come flip these pies with me
Living that California dream
Delivering dope in that limousine
And nigga was like my pops out here
Put me on when I dropped out here
Back home I know you Vice Lord
But them red cars get you popped out here
Out with an all burgundy Monte Carlo SS with the T tops out here
All the fuck boys stay hating out here
But these LA hoes on my jock out here
Got a plug bitch fresh out of Inglewood, smoke real good
Lit my doobie with a Jamaican fool
I'm off Crenshaw but don't trip though cause he a '60
And I can still move through St. Andrews
With Eight Tray's like it ain't shit though
I know Hoover niggas I mean Groover niggas
That have been down for they kick-door money
I ain't fuck around since I touched
down on that westcoast with this shit
Knowin I'm an out of town claim sets
I'd had seen death [?] for this shit
You might need a day and get ate tomorrow like leftovers and shit
Bitch often times a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips

Color of my dollars they proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't eat the frame seat
Niggas on that "Yo where you from and what you bang shit"
Often times a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips
Color of my dollars they proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't eat the frame seat
Thugs, gang-bangers, and and drug slangers I hang with Yah, G
Often times a nigga took a trip on Bloods and Crips

You must not know no better
Boy this shit is so aggressive
Gang bangers pop out that's how we send a message
Get up close and then you stretch from doing all that flexing
One down now we looking for the next one
Boy I'm balling and banging from Monte Carlos to Rangers in your set
Bang a bitch with a car full of gangsters
It's active out here, it ain't just the summer
This shit be cracking all year boy
And it be Blood on Blood, Crip on Crip
Fucking with it niggas that cut, get you chipped
Them politics real from the streets to the pen
Sex, money, violence that's what make my world spin
If I gotta trip on anybody, for any problems
We gonna get anybody and keep getting dollars
Tell me do you bang nigga?
What set you claim nigga?
It's all the same when that .9 go bang

Color of my dollars they proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't eat the frame seat
Niggas on that "Yo where you from and what you bang shit"
Often times a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips
Color of my dollars they proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't eat the frame seat

Four Finger banging
These niggas know I'm a gangster ma
Cap guns prepare me for funk and I like to thank you ma
Your baby boy a fella, these niggas been trying to spank me ma
Gotta catch a body that's how you climb up the rankings ma
Red rag flame game
Head-shot will paint the pavement
Gang related state of mind
I refuse to make a statement
You ain't hanging, gang banging, killers in my affidavit
Tattoos on all they faces, resumes consist of [?]
They cutting from a different
blanket, different quilt, different cloth
On the B I got some kiways I could call to pick you off
Free my brother from the clanker, keep your nigga lit its law
We got different point of views because of all the gangster shit I saw

Color of my dollars they proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't eat the frame seat
Niggas on that "Yo where you from and what you bang shit"
Often times a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips
Color of my dollars they proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't eat the frame seat

I'm down for it because I'm a true nigga, a true nigga
I come from the heart
Why Be in a gang, what's in it for you
What's in it?
I mean you get killed right? Yah
You mean some of your friends been killed? Yah
Simple cause
What's this simple cause?
Being a nigga
Going down with the niggas
That's how we feel
We die, it's like we go kill one of them
Till one of them die, because they down for it, they had get took out
They come back and then its a feud till they don't want no more
Til everybody just drop it, but ain't nobody gonna drop it
Bloods and Crips