Bangin' On Wax
Popularity ยท Low
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Then you in draft with the gat
Can you see the Slob sippin' west
I aim for the heart but connect with the liver
Let off a slug to his neck and now he's limpin'
Two to the head, now he's retarded like a Simpson
Now them Snoops wanna switch, black
Why else would they slob on a motherfuckin' Crip track?
I don't know, but it fills me with laughter
So peep this Crip shit for the big Slob bastards
Fuck these Crab niggas, well guess what?
Guess who? Crab killers back
The AK-47 mixed with a maniac
A nigga with a problem, a nigga ain't wrapped tight
So I be rollin' on these Crab niggas every night
Creep creep creep, buck buck, that's how it go though
Crab got clothes off, nigga took a load off
Crab got lifted out, niggas tried to strip it out
Tech-9 bullets was the only thing spittin' out
Well, if I'm not killin' a Snoop
I'm runnin' from the police
Or at the spot just hangin' with the homies
Ain't no tellin' what the Kelly is down fo'
When I'm hangin' on the Tre-Eiht-Double-O
A homicide when a nigga ride
Ain't nathin' good about shit with them, I'll
I'll kill a punk for the color he's wearin'
And kill his bitch 'cause she keep on starin'
I throw low blows and elbows and bolos and that type shit
That nigga Red Rag'll straight get you sea sick
Flame 'em like a lighter from a bic
I'm a magician and you punk Crab bitches are my tricks
You sissy motherfuckers takin' heat, how you diss me?
You'll wind up like some tin-deuce Rice Krispies
Kelly Park stayin' toxic, the city you was killed
Watersnakes stay down, lucky Charles won't live
Fuck it, it's time to take some heads off
Put the barrel of my gauge in a Slob's mouth
One shot, blow his damn brains out
And watch it shatter and splatter on the concrete
Another Slob added to my murder piece
I'm Blue Rag, a Crip for life, fool
Bangin' on wax with a Charles Manson attitude
In 1975
A nigga was raised on the streets of Watts to survive
Where I lived it was nothin' but a livin' hell
So at the age of 9, I rebelled
I was growin' up, my mind was so corrupt
Crabs and breesh-huntin' niggas don't give a fuck
Playin' with a street gang
Knockin' off Crabs was an everyday motherfuckin' thang
Sin Loc, quick to put one in your forehead
Shootin' every motherfucker that I catch wearin' red
It's only just I ain't stoppin' this
I gotta do it on wax, so I can't put the cops in this
And if you're runnin' at the mouth straight pissin' lead
Sin Loc'll put a slug in your forehead
And for the hood, I'ma still keep stompin'
Eastside S-E cuz, 'cause it's my home
Four Crabs down, many more are soon to go
Niggas gathered up, so I'm shootin' up they funeral
I don't give a damn about another nigga's life
I roll by and squeeze on the fuckin' trigger tight
People started fallin', creatures callin'
For the one-time, and his little mama
So he better walk a chalk line
And I'm servin' Crips 'til the rest split
'Cause four sale flu-esque fools are goin' down to a rest, hell