Slobs Keep On Slippin’ (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Big Freeze]
Yeah, this one for the remix
Nationwide Rip Ridaz still on a mothafuccin' mission
You Slob n*ggas just keep on slippin'
(Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin')
But I guess y'all don't understand
n*gga catch you n*ggas in traffic
Bangin' with them colors, and y'all ain't heatin'
It's on and craccin', n*gga!

[Verse 1: Cixx Pac]
Knicc knacc, paddy wacc, give a Dog a bone
Nah, don't give up nothin' but a funeral home
'Cause it's too late to pray, you can call it judgement day
Puttin' the smash down on yo' hood like a renegade, n*gga
Puttin' his guns perpetratin' like he different
But in reality ain't kiccin' a can in the ghost town
Fool, this is Watts and Tombstone, the evil side
You know why they chucc 'em, you won't survive

[Verse 2: AWOL]
Everytime I sleep, the Devil tell me
To get the 47, get revenge for Lil' Beep
Kill a Hula Hoop and if the Elms wanna trip
You should shut them n*ggas down if you have to kill a Crip
Slobs get in the way when I'm shippin' and poppin'
If it's a Slob in my way, then it's a Slob I'mma drop, damn
Now I'm puttin' in work on a Die-ru
And still speak the same sh*t, fucc a Hula Hoop
Can't mix wit' a n*gga in dead
So I grab my mini 4 and put a Slob to bed
Please, don't tell my grandma and don't let my b*tch know
That I made a Slob n*gga douche with the .4-4
[Verse 3: Big Freeze]
Give yo' soul to the Lord 'cause yo' ass is mine, n*gga (n*gga)
You flossin' and I'm bussin', no discussion and wastin' time
I'm killin' Slobs 'cause I gives a fucc
Now, who C the n*gga that's evil comin' through, with the Desert Eagle
Tales runnin' up up off the Regal all colors
Puttin' holes inside those of n*ggas' '6-4's
Who knows who will ce next on the hit
It's on this maniac assassin, a n*gga stay blastin'
'Cause I hate Slobs with a passion
Run into 'em in traffic, get 'em smashin'

[Verse 4: Baby Half Dead]
Shootin' up sh*t on the Eastside (booyah!) where we Rip Ride
And cause homicide, every mothafuccin' night (Night!)
No one knows when Baby Half come to hoo-ride (Come to hoo-ride)
Killin' all Slobs on the East and the Westside (East and the Westside)
Quicc to pull the trigga on my victim
And no one knows where a hollow tip will hit him
And like my n*gga Twan said "n*gga, did me too" (Too)
So I can smoke one on the Ace (Ace) and smoke another on the Deuce (On the Deuce)
I got the TEC with the 50-round clip
Slobs better bow down or be the victim of the mothafuccin' set trip (Bow down or be the victim of the mothafuccin' set trip)

[Chorus x2]
Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin'
[Verse 5: G-Bone]
I'm pullin' the mothafuccin' trigga, Slob n*ggas comin' up sho'
Ridin' with my baby gangsta homie Young Scrap Loc
Two baby G Atlantic Drive Compton Crips
Straight Crip facin' it to the fullest, triggas gettin' pulled quicc
Slobs gettin' slipped off, slugs breakin' n*ggas down
n*ggas comin' up sho', caught slippin' outta bounds
30 rounds, lil' TEC-9's smokin' up sh*t
Two trigga happy Slob killas (Slob Killas) representin' Crip
AD Rip Ride Southside, n*gga, hoo-ride
n*ggas straight Crippin' to the fullest, n*gga, do or die
Fucc Damus, fucc them Damus (KILLA!)
n*ggas, two Atlantic Drive baby gangsta Crip n*ggas straight comin' through (Straight comin' through)
Young Gangsta Bone steady dippin', n*gga, A's up (A's up)
D's up, two C's, SB's gettin' sprayed up
Slobs that get caught, had that ass comin' up missin'
So you Slob n*ggas keep on slippin'

[Verse 6: Big Freeze & O.G. Broncoe]
Let us up outta here, Loc, make the blocc on these bustas
Goin' all out in my hood, it's all good, mothafuccas
From the Gardens, to the Fronts, to the Village, passed it down
Set trip if you want but you can't fucc with the Fudge Towns
Rappin' or scrappin' or rat-tat-tat-tattin'
Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's happenin'
My lifestyle consist of gang related activity
Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded 9 milli'
If you caught in the zone, a new as*h*le is what I'm tearin' ya
I hope you got insurance 'cause yo' peoples finna bury ya
Bring the hat, let the gats cracc
I caught another Slob in the hood, I'm a Loc so I did that
A tiger shark in the dark, creep out the cut then I spray
I'm on that ass when you dash, I chase you down with the K
'Cause it p*sses me off when this Crip catches you bustas
Tryna play this game that's roamin' with playas, killas and hustlas
Leave this sh*t to us G's, and leave this sh*t to us Locs
'Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble, you for sure you get smoked
I got my 9 all cocced and my fingas on the trigga
So all you Slob-ass bustas leave this sh*t to us Crip n*ggas
- See I'm the dust kiccer, the set tripper
- Ain't no one is tellin', fucc all Slob n*ggas, this is anybody killa
[Verse 7: Twin Loc]
Well fucc Slob, I rocc regular, ceep smokin' these succas
Slob n*ggas stay slippin' so I be murderin' these mothafuccas
'Rippin' and scrappin' or sprayin', I put that on the A
And then I be straight BK'n and sprayin' wit' my choppa
Watch a Slob drop-a, I'm sicc with this Crippin'
And I bet' not catch none o' you punk-ass Piru n*ggas slippin'
That's on 40 ADC, 5-2, 88, 11-6
Must from puttin' you busta triccs in the mix
Slobs can't fade us, I be dicin' 'em like potatoes
'Cause that 45-3, 8-8, 11-6 stinks still's the greatest

[Outro: Twin Loc]
- Cuz, you know I'm sayin' it's Half Line, yeah, Cuz, you know I'm sayin', lemme get that sh*t (Westside)
We got Franklin in these mothafucca, you know what I'm sayin' (Crip)
We got the ADC's, you know what I'm sayin'
The Fudge Towns, the Avalon gangstas, you know what I'm sayin', Cuz
- Shouts out to my n*gga Big Half, Lil' Freeze, Baby Freeze
- What's up, n*gga, what's up, n*gga?!
- Wassup, n*gga, let 'em n*ggas know what time it is, Cuz!
- The whole Fudge Towns better the 10 and the 5 through 7
- The Southside
- Cariiip, Cariiip!
- Fudge Towns, Front Streets
- Eastside! Eastsiiiide!
- My n*gga Baby Capone, EC wanna Know in Peace, n*gga Sky
- Fruit Town Killa! Tree Top Killa!
- Eastside!
- We love you Tiny. Baby Half Dead in this mothafucca
- Yeah
- Ca-criiip!
- Y'all Slob n*ggas keep on slippin'!
- Fucc Slobs, Cuh!
- When we catch you slippin' in traffic, we buggin'
- Fucc them n*ggas!
- Mobs was swervin' on you n*ggas 9-9-5 off [?]
- Cariiip! Cariiip!
- Fucc South Street
- Get caught in traffic and sh*t get drastic
- BK all mothafuccin' day
- Fucc Slobs, Cuz
- You know what I'm sayin', [?] BK, Lil' Stone, BK Rida, Damu Killa, fucc Slobs, n*gga!
- Cariip!

Slobs keep on slippin', slippin', slippin' [x3]