Crips - Cs in the Air 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 slug 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.C. is what you get
It's the shit
I bust on Slobs on the regular
F*ck penicillin 'cause they need to get rid of that
Period collar busta I put that on the land
My homies beat down your homies with they barehead
A.G.C. enemies catch the blues
And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes

[chorus]
East/Side Avalon niggas 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 shit everyday
To spray this slug quick in a hurry
Pop-Pop to your dome now your mama gots to bury
Another bitch-ass Slob
That's what I'm singin'
Let me catch one of you bitch-ass niggas I'm straight sprayin'
Stayin down A's up to my homies
Especially to my niggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky Tony
And to all my soldiers in the muthaf*ckin' system
Ain't havin no bitch-ass Slob tryin' to dis them
We 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 Cuzz

[chorus]
East/Side Avalon niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga K-Fly just love to kill
Jeff O., Scrappa, Joe Cool, Boo and Cisco
And I can't forget about Snoop
And Baby Nose and 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-sallad?
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 you bitch-ass nigga
Cause I'm a G
But not like Warren
With them wack-ass beats and tracks that's bored
You know what I'm sayin'
For all you muthaf*ckas out there dissin
We gon' keep rollin
Dangerous in this bitch
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-Muthafucca bring it on