atlantic dr. hoo ride lyrics – crips

* n*gg* this is south side
the m*th*f*ckin’ a-drive
slob-*ss n*gg*s better recognize
n*gg*s need to c cool
n*gg* f*ck a die-‘ru
n*gg* south side a-drive arrive
crips rule

well it’s the compton motherf*ckin’ finest
baby gangsta scarface lettin’ tec-9 split
i empty clips
on the slob n*gg*s caught slippin’
i’m set trippin’
steady dippin’, a-drive crippin’
comin’ up missin’ if you caught up ???
a tec-9 with 2 clips fill a hollow rounds
puttin’ slobs down
havin’ n*gg*s screamin’ jesus
but n*gg*, jesus
couldn’t even sees this
so n*gg* c up
wouldn’t wanna be a loc
cause you slob n*gg* straight comin’ up short
you get smoked like a motherf*ckin’ leaf, mack
slob fools caught the blues laid on their back

7 in the row, slobs stranded on death row
you came up short, murder was the case that he wrote
these young loc’s straight got the motherf*ckin’ bang on
and now these b*tches
on the nuts they hang on
but slob b*tch
kicks khakis cool
cause the motherf*ckin bone ain’t got no love for the ‘rus
these fools
these slob b*tches too needed to
that punk ?? mc eiht said caps get peeled
so n*gg* feel
this slug
i’m pumpin’ in ya
slob killer straight to h*ll loc i’m sendin’ ya
so n*gg* remember b-k for life till i die
n*gg*r it’s the a-motherf*ckin’-drive

the m*th*f*ckin’ a-drive
slob-*ss n*gg*s better recognize

up to no motherf*ckin’ good it’s on
crippin’ up out of the cut
it’s that i know young baby gangsta compton nut
blue rag hangin’ cause i’m bangin’ for the two c’s
and i wasn’t on the streets for the truce meet
so f*ck peace
f*ck them punk slob n*gg*s
f*ck them motherf*ckin’ [backward word]
the m-i-g-h-t-y ??? n*gg* a-g’s
baby g-a-n-g-s-t-a g’s
loc’in up slob n*gg*s gettin’ broken up
trey five seven automatic slobs smokin’ up
desert eagle havin’ slob n*gg*s meet their maker
cause once i got it in my hands it’s a life taker
peace maker breakin’ n*gg* f*ck all my enemies
i wouldn’t even spit a ?? like killin’ me
cause it’s the a-g n*gg* rip ride a’s up
that n*gg* bone is a straight loc’d compton nut

the m*th*f*ckin’ a-drive
slob-*ss n*gg*s better recognize

slob n*gg*s better recognize
that the rips don’t c givin’ a f*ck
we jumpin’ out the backs of trucks
with k’s up’s
2-50 round clips tape tight
hundred shots spread
n*gg*s spreadin’ hundred slugs makin’ slobs drop
n*gg*s droppin’ b*tches, floppin’ everybody’s screamin’ please
slob n*gg*s momas gettin’ shot down at their knees
n*gg* ain’t no love, ain’t no pity f*ck that bullsh*t
n*gg* i said f*ck peace
this the a drive crip
baby gangster bone, ace and deuce n*gg* b.k.
i’m pullin’ them motherf*ckin’ triggers slob
n*gg*s ain’t gettin’ away
atlantic *ss ?? cause n*gg* this is how we do
??? the ru’s, ??? this
it’s the blue side
trues i rips a slob, n*gg*s slip die loc
cause the life that you live
ain’t naythin’ but a d*mn joke
yes smoked cause you slob n*gg*s wasn’t payin’ attention
so you motherf*ckin’ slobs keep on slippin’

yeah n*gg*
south atlantic drive compton motherf*ckin’ crip in the house
gangsta bone, young face, that n*gg* big bun, n*gg* don’t panic
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