Throw The C’s In The Air (Remix) lyrics

Muthaf*cka bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Mutha-Mutha-Muthaf*cka bring it on
Mutha-Muthaf*cka bring it on

[TWIN LOC]
Loc'd out in the brain from that muthaf*ckin' A gang
I bang with the down and remain for that money man
Blast me a Slob pull the trigger blow his brains out
A tisket a tasket closed casket is what I'm talkin about
To blast a Slob leave him wealin' in a wheelchair
I really don't give a f*ck
I really don't f*ck or care
It's the Crip in me
I take Slobs like cats
Givin' up Avalon beat them down with bats
Check my tatts on my backarms, forearms and neck
40 A.G.Cs is what you get
It's the sh*t
I bust on Slobs on a regular
f*ck 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 barehead
A.G.Cs enemies catch the blues
And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes
[Chorus]
East Side Avalon n*ggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin throw them C's in the air
If you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Chitty-chitty-gangbang Avalon Crip Gang
Do this to the fullest cause I do this sh*t everyday
To spray this Slob quick in a hurry
Pop-Pop to your dome now your mama gots to bury
Another b*tch-ass Slob
That's what I'm singin'
Let me catch one of you b*tch-ass n*ggas I'm straight sprayin'
Stayin down A's up to my homies
Especially to my n*ggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky Tony
And to all my soldiers in the muthaf*ckin' system
Ain't havin no b*tch-ass Slob tryin' to diss 'em
Been in it to win it loc'd out Crips roll and when I die
"I rolled Crippin'" graved in my tombstone
Realize a real loc'd out f*ckin ride
With real gangsta lyrics stickin' like a screwdriver, I provide a
Strap for my homies if you willin for a Slob massacre
Another Avalon killer Cuz

[Chorus]
East Side Avalon n*ggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin throw them C's in the air
If you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip
East Side Avalon n*ggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin throw them C's in the air
If you really wanna ride on that gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip
[TWIN LOC]
Shot outs to my riders from the muthaf*ckin A
1-16, 88, 45, Trey
G.A., G-Mike, Skill Bill and that's real
And my n*gga 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 muthaf*ckin homies
But that's A-ight
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 thru the hood on the quest for chips
Stayin heated cause I'm heated just in case you trip, Crip

[TWIN LOC]
And we comin at your muthaf*ckin' ass
Yeah y'all thought we fell off
We comin' at yo' b*tch-ass n*gga
Cause I'm a G
But not like Warren
With them wack-ass beats and tracks that's boring
You know what I'm sayin'
For all you muthaf*ckas out there dissin
We gon' keep rollin
Dangerous in this b*tch
For the C-mix
Throw your A's up
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on
Muthaf*cka
Bring-bring-bring-bring-bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Bring-bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Bring it on
Muthaf*cka
Muthaf*cka
Muthaf*cka
Mutha-Mutha-Muthaf*cka bring it on
Muthaf*cka bring it on
Mutha-Muthaf*cka bring it on