Bloods And Crips - C-k Ride Lyrics

C-k Ride

[LIL' STRETCH]
What's that? A little funky shit
Ah, yeah
Oh yeah, check it out
Ah yeah

[LIL' STRETCH]
I'm comin' straight from the Five nigga
A young nigga is ?live? I'm high
Till this present meaning I'm f*cked that I showed up
Strapped with the 44, niggas know I got mine
Stretch with a Gauge, Polly-B with the Tec-9
Not to long ago Crabs try to test us
Talkin' that dumb shit tryin' to get the best of us
But when I ain't havin' it
Not takin' that bullshit
Cause you'll get a 44 bullet on your shiznit
It's not first time, won't be the last time
Niggas all on mine cause I'm from the Five-Line
I'm gonna roll cause nigga it's my time
Peace to the homies from the Four and the Duece-Nine
So motherf*ckers give me my props
And if you don't
My .9 is gon' pop-pop
Leavin' suckers flat back on their ass, G
It's in hells where I'm livin' if you ask me
I give a f*ck my nigga about dissin' them
Cause already I'm a product of the system

[BLOODY MARY]
Bickin' it back being bool
Yeah, that's what my homie said
Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a C-K
That's a U-turn now we on Bradfield
Hope you ain't a Crab
That wants to get his cap peeled
Bloody Mary as you know
Is a Blood lover
Cause Crip gangs too busy killin' up each other
Throwin' up the B, C-K
About to bail
Water snakes givin' up this Crabby-ass smell
Really - silly - busta, no jokin'
Play with Piru and get your f*ckin' jaw broken
Pump your brakes fool, true flue I ain't havin' it
Look at the true 'Ru sportin' a Bulls jacket
Bloody Mary is on the mic and I'm flamed up
Redrum murder you before you came up
When you bee me in red
Tell me: "what's up Blood?"
Don't even trip or slip dumb Crip
For 'Rus I got love

[BLOODY MARY & LIL' STRETCH]
" Hey, hey Stretch, Blood...
C'mon, c'mon to ?Marvins? to put in some work on these
Crabs over here in Piru
Hey, f*ck them niggas, what about the Kelly Mark-ass
niggas?
Oh yeah, right
We get their punk-ass too
Yeah, hey baby check this out, you roll
I'm servin' the motherf*ckers "

[C-K]
Check this out, Kiki Loco
Bangin' ain't joke so let me laugh
You sounded like a bitch with your non rappin' ass
I saw you wearin that dirty clothes to match your
dirty hood
And f*ck that Filthy Bag who claimin' Lynwood
Yeah, Greedy-G
You sounded like a ?? geek
Your sorry mumble mouth motherf*cker off-beat
Let me say I wreck shop like cops and wreckin' niggas
up
I'm rubbin' your girl, the pussy is good but she's a
fat slut
Yep, it's all been Harlem, like you said
Yeah, the Brims and the Twenties leave a nigga dead
Wearin them - bhakis red low and burgundy Chucks
And if I catch you slippin' in my hood wearin' flue
you gettin' f*cked up
By your true 'Ru nigga named C-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand Rickets 'cause they're scary
They could take a hairy dick and lick Bloody Mary

[RED RAG]
The Penalty for killin I'll pay the cost
I'ma ride C-K till the wheels fall off
You 'Hard Time Bustas' what the f*ckin' you work?
Niggas call you 'Nappy Heads' while I zip on my
sweatshirt
I got .9 holes to lay 'Tramps' on my sacks
I play the 'Cheese Toast', 'Bubble Gum' in my
backpack
Ain't no way out when your casket is closed
You're gettin' rolled on by a Crenshaw Mafioso
I hate to being bothered cause you ?snitchin' for
deep?
Ripping 'Snot Guns' in half cause I got big beef
Keep ridin' and duckin' and hidin' from the Four
Down to, down to, down to catch hoe
When I catch you slippin' here's your reminder
Red Rag is a C-K Rider

[BLOODY MARY & LIL' STRETCH]
" Damn, damn, them fools got served
And we served them motherf*ckers (Blood Gang - Blood
Gang)
F*ck that motherf*ckin' ?? a.k.a. f*ck ???
F*ck the Crabs, I know I got beef to a tramp hood
motherf*ckers
WEST/SIDE INGLEWOOD AVENUE PIRU GANG, hood
AVENUE PIRU EAST/SIDE-motherf*ckin'-BOUNTY HUNTERS
(F*ck Crabs)
WEIRDOS GANGSTA BLOOD
AVENUE motherf*ckin' ??
Mad Loko, Big Wack motherf*cker (right)
My motherf*ckin' nigga Jugghead (right)
My motherf*ckin' homeboy Big Dee from EAST/SIDE ??
motherf*ckin' ELM
(All the time)
Rowdy motherf*ckin' Lok
Yeah, we in this motherf*ckin' G-Ride (Blood Gang)
Spook Dogg, my nigga Nutt (Blood Gang)
All you gangsta-ass niggas
My homeboy Rampage
My homeboy Lil' motherf*ckin' Pac
Lil' motherf*ckin' Bolo, big brother Stretch Dogg,
what up fool!?
You niggas is real mothef*ckin' gangstas
And we ain't F*CKIN with these Crab niggas in the
Nine-Tramp
Yeah, we buckin' their ass out
Yeah
I gotta give a whole shot-outs to them motherf*ckin'
BOMPTON PIRU niggas
My homeboy mothef*ckin' Tom Bomb... "