Every Dog Has His Day lyrics

[Verse 1: AWOL]
I wanna kill a Slob it's the fifth of the month
Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front
Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass
Black Glock in my hand just in case I gotta blast, see
You get gaffled like a b*tch if you chit chat
The A-K 47 put him on his back
Broke him down to his motherf*ckin' mainframe
Dropped top forehead lookin' at that Slob's brain
I Make a Slob break out in a sweat
Cause I'm a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin' threat
B.G. n*ggas do it the most, I got my A-K
Ready and steady servin' Slobs problems Loc
How in the f*ck can I mix with the Inglewood?!
I only got love for third of my own hood
Killin' when I'm rollin' with my n*ggas
Not just any n*ggas but them killa Slob n*ggas
f*ckin' with a Kelly Park Crip now you know
I give a Slob a home on Palmer when bullets roll
Ain't no more steppin' through the smog nor creepin' through the fog
I'm a motherf*ckin' Loc sayin' f*ck all Dogs

Every Dog has his day, every Dog has his day...
(I'm a Dog killa, I'm a Dog killa, I'm a B-Dog killa)

[Verse 2: G-Bone]
Slobs better cicc cacc and pay a f*ck attention
I'm crippin' through your hood on a Slob killin' mission
Strap on my lap all ready to get kizz-ocked
From Compton all to the other side I'm makin' Slob drop
Raise out the window pull the trigga and I blast
Pump some of that lead in a Slob n*gga ass
The n*gga rolled over and I shot him in the f*ckin' jaw
Hollow shells in my sh*t, blew his sh*t the f*cked off
Mr. gang bang motherf*cker boogie b*tch
Slob n*gga don't slip cause I'mma c*ck the set trip
Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy n*gga
Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member
I'm a straight motherf*ckin' Brim murderer
Not a peace makin' n*gga, but a stone cold killa
A n*gga called Bone that's a motherf*ckin' hog
A loc'd out Crip B-K n*gga f*ck a Dog!
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[Verse 3: Cixx Pac]
Shiiiit
Now I'm a menace from the past kickin' ooo-lob
Toss a blue rag in their dice game and watch 'em catch whiplash
Damn flood who did it and I'mma bank him
And while I'm blastin' I'm yellin' out FRANKLIN!
See I'm a soldier thought I done told ya
And everytime you slip
I'mma peel up fool
You Snoops think they slick
Tryin' to creep
Through the park
But the n*gga Six Pac ??? like tiger sharks
They sniff a mack
Then roll 'em up like that bomb
?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam
Leavin' a killa dead bodies n*gga draped in red
But that's O-K a motherf*cker look better dead
California Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger
Watts Franklin Crip O.G. gangbanger
A 44 Mag to the dome when I take him home
Boom! Boom! on the corner another Slob is gone

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[Verse 4: Troll Loc]
Look who you stuck with
A Kelly you don't wanna f*ck with
So Slobs duck quick cause I'm fits to f*ck up sh*t
And it's a must I kill D-O-G's
Dead rags gettin' served tryin' to f*ck with these
Two C's
Puttin' 'em on their goddamn backs
Slob fools throw back when I'm packin' a Gat
Set trippin' if you caught
In your colors dead shirt
Dead pants leaves a dead motherf*cker
So all Snoops better bang with some caution
Tuck your rags in don't get killed tryin' to floss it
Sportin' that bullsh*t
Will get your card pulled quick
Test me if you will and I'm passin' with full clips
And
Another die-'Ru lies Restin' In Pieces
Put my Gat to his mouth and made his b*tch ass eat it
So when you see a B.G
Drop down and pray
Cause every motherf*ckin' Dog is fits to have his day

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[Verse 5: Big Freeze & Bronco]
Crips bustin' shots from Glocks to Slobs steady droppin'
Killin' off all Slobs cause see Cuz it ain't no peace poppin'
Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster
Crip 4 life
Do or die
And for death MOTHERf*ckER!
Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis
Can't floss on real boss so Watt's up with your b*tch trick?
Down with the Franklin Fudge Front Crip murder skills n*gga
Off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that kills
As I snatch the trigga of the Tec or A-K
As I spray
Cause all dogs have a day
To die you know why punk fool this is Crip
Give it up
What that F like bow down to the set trip
From sun up - to sun down
From Franklin - to Fudge Town
Should've been a Crip cause Slob n*ggas get beat down
This is the life of a loc'd out slanger
Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber
So hip hip a motherf*ckin' ray
I'm soul takin' f*ck peace makin' every Dog will have his day

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