Throw The C S In The Air lyrics

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CRIPS Throw The C S In The Air Lyrics
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[TWIN LOC]
Yeah
East Side Avalon 45 Crip (CaRIP!)
88, 11-6, you know what I`m sayin` (right Cuz)
And we doin` like that you know what I mean (yeah)
B-K (yeah)
Slob Killer (Slob!)
Fuck Sway
You see me though
Or do you hear me though
We about to break it off like this
Loc`d out

[TWIN LOC]
Loc`d out in the brain from that motherfuckin` A gang
I bang with the down and remain for that money man
To jack me a slug, pull the trigger, blow his brains out
A tisket, a tasket, closed casket is wanna I`m talkin` about
I blast a Slob, leave him wealin` in a wheelchair
I really don`t give a fuck
I really don`t fuck and care
Crip in me
I take Slobs like cats
Givin` up Avalon, beat them down with bats
Check my tatts on backarm, forearms and neck
40 A.G.C. is what you get
It`s the shit
I bust on Slobs on the regular
Fuck penicillin `cause they need to get rid of that
Period collar busta I put that on the land
My homies beated down your homies with they barehead
A.G.C. enemies catch the blues
And I wouldn`t wanna walk in no Slob shoes

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon nigga simply don`t care
So if your ass straight crippin` throw them C`s in the air
If you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it`s Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Chitty-chitty-bang-bang, Avalon Crip Gang
Do this to the fullest `cause I do this shit everyday
To spray this slug quick in a hurry
Pop-Pop to your dome now your mama gots to bury
Another bitch-ass Slob
That`s I`m singin`
Let me catch one of your 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 motherfuckin` system
Ain`t havin` no bitch-ass Slob tryin` to dis them
We in it to win it loc`d out Crips strong and when I die
I walk Crippin` graved in my tombstone
Realize a loc`d out real 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

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon nigga simply don`t care
So if your ass straight crippin` throw them C`s in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it`s Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Shot outs to my riders from the motherfuckin` A (that`s right)
1-16, 88, 45, Trey (for life Cuz)
G.A., 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
Poppin` O, Big Thinkin`, Fifty and Double
Be puttin` this Crippin` takin` to the whole other level
Big Figure - givin` up to the 88 street
And leavin` busta down to the concrete

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon nigga simply don`t care
So if your ass straight crippin` throw them C`s in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it`s Avalon Crip...

[TWIN LOC]
I thought you knew, motherfuckers (that`s right)
That`s how the Avalon do it
Y`all better recognize
Dwellin` on the evil-ass East/Side
You know what I`m sayin`
Shout outs to the Twin
Big Leaf, Big Reef
J-Love, Runnin` too
(CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! - fuck them Slobs...)
You know I`m sayin`
Criminal, Humptie
Sam, Smile, I hear ya
Big Spank, you know what I`m sayin`
What`s up baby?!
To all the homies Rest In Peace
Crazy Raggy you know what I`m sayin`
Ice Mike
Joker, Hearse, Hood
Especially
G-Jake and my brother A-Bone
A`s up
See you when I get there, baby
Anybody...



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