Текст (слова) песни: Bloods and Crips - Set Trippin`

[BIG FREEZE]
Catch the beat for the Ace Duece Trey
Big Freeze is in effect for 94 and I`mma spray
Tec-9 hollow point tips on your Slob-ass killin snoops
In the street with me and he won`t
Last a second, come to checkin` all you slobs with the quickness
Dumpin` with the Tec you close you`re eyes and try you wish this
This was a dream and maybe one day you`ll wake up
But you ran upon the wrong Franklin Crip and got bucked
Right back in your muthafuckin` place
Big Freeze got the nine in your muthafuckin` face
And just to let you know I ain`t no muthafuckin` ho
Hot feeling full of lead and leave your body on the floor
It`s BK Crippin` all the time when I ride Nationwide
East Side Franklin Crippin` , so you Slobs better hide
And if you don`t when I see you I`ma kill you
You can bet your bottom dollar fool I`ll peel you

[BATMAN]
This ain`t no poser but I be bang Crabs to pieces
Wonderful one to his head and deceased him
Point blank range it was strange the way it happened
East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin`
Crabs been runnin` and duckin` and try to get the fuck away, but it`s too late
Cause I popped hI`m with the H.K. pop
Miggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me Nine
Buck buck buck buck buck E-Ricket always die
Me kick the rasta shit hI`m make me mad I get with him
Me comin` from South Central ??? me say trick
Bickin it kickin it and stoppin it, pissin` and jackin` a punkin` the Crab dude
Me love to smokin` chronic, drink O.E. and act a fool
Some Crab in me hood losin` life for ?? chip
Me happy to Glock and got and show `em for no pity
Blood, me gangsta from me hood, me killin` never like a slut
Or me can do the ?? because them snitch like a ??

[SIX PACC]
I got the feelin` there`s anotha Slob killin` in my hood
Niggaz gettin` suited and booted up to no good
Shootin` up everything and Tec-9 bail ringin`
Showin` the punk-ass snoops how we gangbangin`
Psycho assassin I laugh when I stick `em
Then I bury hI`m alive cause the fool wasn`t Crippin`
I got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostage
Had your mama ransom and still shock the bitch
You better ask somebody about Six Pacc
Original Gangsta well known to peel a cap
3 o` clock in the morning the "F" Gang creepin`
To see if we can catch another Slob slippin
C-rag hangin` off the Gauge as I blast fool until you know this is Crip
And you don`t have to ask
Evil side never die, fool it`s no mistery
Crabs runnin` the ocean I`m from the C

[GREEN EYES]
Now as I tight`n up my flags, my bhakis sag low
Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104
`bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga Pumpkin
Saw the first rip, who slipped, put some` in his chest
Set trippin` I`mma bust on his ass quick
210 pounds lettin` of 50 rounds
Gunnin `em down for the homies that`s B.I.P
It`s called payback I stay strapped, I packs a Mac-1
Brazy like Rambo I`m lettin` of ammo with my 9, 16 shot
Fuck all these Crabs lies in the studio
Tryin` to act like they hard
But you done pushed me to my limit like a muthafuckin credit card
??? fired up the motherfuckin` strap
Green eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressed
Fuck all ya`ll Crabs, ya`ll niggaz ain`t shit
And you will never catch Green Eyez mackin` to a Crab bitch

[G-BONE]
Slob-ass niggaz C`s up what that Crip like
Niggaz don`t understand that I`m a C, a Crip 4 life
Slob-ass fools in my city nigga fear me
It`s the A to the D.C. rip fuck the B
Atlantic Drive Crippin` is where I`m from
If you can tell
??? that Slob niggas know that they can`t spell
Nigga this is Slob killa, I spell it out
For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip nigga
South Side Atlantic Drive makin` Slob panic
Dippin` in a G
With that muthafuckin` automatic strap out the window, pop pop now it`s on
A bitch made Slob nigga caught two in their dome
On the Crens with they burgundy pants caught slippin`
While I`m dippin` to the other side set trippin`
Crippin` to the fullest, fuck Slob nigga this is Crip
I kill a Slob nigga and I smoke a Slob bitch

[?]
Now bick back and relax as I kick the facts about you
Muthafuckin` scary-ass Crabs that just be Bangin On Wax
True facts and not fiction
And if you wanna buy ?? gimme your money nigga steady dippin`
You motherfuckin` right that`s how the gangsta go and do it
Sin Joke come to ?? you to stretch you, but that Ricket blew it
Mark-ass Crabs droppin shit like a Sega
I called up G-Pops and told hI`m my nigga need the Desert Eagle
Blood I think some shit finna jump
So tell Dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pump
Yeah, that should handle this
A Bounty Hunter from Watts, so I`m forcin` niggas scandelous
And I`m down for whatever
I got the extra long clip hangin` out my motherfuckin` `Retta
Gettin` ready for a C.K
Here comes some ?? from that Ricket nigga with no further delay

[TROLL LOC]
Load up the guns cause now you fuckin` with a killa trigga cop
Bust some shots at you Slob-ass niggas talkin` shit
You`s a bitch and I`ll put that on my momma
If I catch you in these streets - I`ma leave your ass in trauma
This shock well and don`t bail on T.R.O. double L
Cause dead rag gettin` toe tagged from hot shells
Ride throught my hood in that motherfuckin` red
I put my gun to your head and leave you dead enough said

[AWOL]
Now as I hear this on line if you really gon` blast
I got a flea on my dick, for puttin` in it their dogs ass
"Damn Blood that Ricket nigga was wild"
I call myself a dog say fuck hI`m doggystyle uh uh
Smooth sellin` on a gay-ass snoop
The main bitch at my house straight smokin` a loop
K.P. to the motherfuckin` H
Fuck all Slob this the muthafuckin` K

[DOGG & LI`L HAWK]
Gimme the strap goddamn so I can bust on this Crab
That bitch AWOL
Tryin` to bang with a ?shank?
Well, we`ll rush you niggas on the count of 4
And all that Crab shit what is you bangin` for
Fuck talkin` with you niggas, fuck ?? with you niggas
Fuck rappin` with you niggas I don`t believe you niggas
It don`t stop, I slip in my clip and set trip
It`s the Dogg and Hawksta, Weirdos and Mafias
Mafia/Weirdos it really don`t matter
I grab my nine and make it rat-a-tat-tatter
Now we be rollin` in my muthafuckin` G- ride
It`s me Lil` Hawk and the Dogg showin` these Crabs what that "B" like
Weirdo gangsta`s and the 10 and tha 4
Fuck all Crabs in the studio

Biiatch
Tricks in this basket
Busta-ass Crab-ass ??

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bloods and Crips - Set Trippin` [BIG FREEZE] Catch the beat for the Ace Duece Trey Big Freeze is in effect for 94 and I`mma spray Tec-9 hollow point tips on your Slob-ass killin snoops In the street with me and he won`t Last a second, come to checkin` all you slobs with the quickness Dumpin` with the Tec you close you`re eyes and try you wish this This was a dream and maybe one day you`ll wake up But you ran upon the wrong Franklin Crip and got bucked Right back in your muthafuckin` place Big Freeze got the nine in your muthafuckin` face And just to let you know I ain`t no muthafuckin` ho Hot feeling full of lead and leave your body on the floor It`s BK Crippin` all the time when I ride Nationwide East Side Franklin Crippin` , so you Slobs better hide And if you don`t when I see you I`ma kill you You can bet your bottom dollar fool I`ll peel you [BATMAN] This ain`t no poser but I be bang Crabs to pieces Wonderful one to his head and deceased him Point blank range it was strange the way it happened East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin` Crabs been runnin` and duckin` and try to get the fuck away, but it`s too late Cause I popped hI`m with the H.K. pop Miggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me Nine Buck buck buck buck buck E-Ricket always die Me kick the rasta shit hI`m make me mad I get with him Me comin` from South Central ??? me say trick Bickin it kickin it and stoppin it, pissin` and jackin` a punkin` the Crab dude Me love to smokin` chronic, drink O.E. and act a fool Some Crab in me hood losin` life for ?? chip Me happy to Glock and got and show `em for no pity Blood, me gangsta from me hood, me killin` never like a slut Or me can do the ?? because them snitch like a ?? [SIX PACC] I got the feelin` there`s anotha Slob killin` in my hood Niggaz gettin` suited and booted up to no good Shootin` up everything and Tec-9 bail ringin` Showin` the punk-ass snoops how we gangbangin` Psycho assassin I laugh when I stick `em Then I bury hI`m alive cause the fool wasn`t Crippin` I got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostage Had your mama ransom and still shock the bitch You better ask somebody about Six Pacc Original Gangsta well known to peel a cap 3 o` clock in the morning the "F" Gang creepin` To see if we can catch another Slob slippin C-rag hangin` off the Gauge as I blast fool until you know this is Crip And you don`t have to ask Evil side never die, fool it`s no mistery Crabs runnin` the ocean I`m from the C [GREEN EYES] Now as I tight`n up my flags, my bhakis sag low Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104 `bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga Pumpkin Saw the first rip, who slipped, put some` in his chest Set trippin` I`mma bust on his ass quick 210 pounds lettin` of 50 rounds Gunnin `em down for the homies that`s B.I.P It`s called payback I stay strapped, I packs a Mac-1 Brazy like Rambo I`m lettin` of ammo with my 9, 16 shot Fuck all these Crabs lies in the studio Tryin` to act like they hard But you done pushed me to my limit like a muthafuckin credit card ??? fired up the motherfuckin` strap Green eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressed Fuck all ya`ll Crabs, ya`ll niggaz ain`t shit And you will never catch Green Eyez mackin` to a Crab bitch [G-BONE] Slob-ass niggaz C`s up what that Crip like Niggaz don`t understand that I`m a C, a Crip 4 life Slob-ass fools in my city nigga fear me It`s the A to the D.C. rip fuck the B Atlantic Drive Crippin` is where I`m from If you can tell ??? that Slob niggas know that they can`t spell Nigga this is Slob killa, I spell it out For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip nigga South Side Atlantic Drive makin` Slob panic Dippin` in a G With that muthafuckin` automatic strap out the window, pop pop now it`s on A bitch made Slob nigga caught two in their dome On the Crens with they burgundy pants caught slippin` While I`m dippin` to the other side set trippin` Crippin` to the fullest, fuck Slob nigga this is Crip I kill a Slob nigga and I smoke a Slob bitch [?] Now bick back and relax as I kick the facts about you Muthafuckin` scary-ass Crabs that just be Bangin On Wax True facts and not fiction And if you wanna buy ?? gimme your money nigga steady dippin` You motherfuckin` right that`s how the gangsta go and do it Sin Joke come to ?? you to stretch you, but that Ricket blew it Mark-ass Crabs droppin shit like a Sega I called up G-Pops and told hI`m my nigga need the Desert Eagle Blood I think some shit finna jump So tell Dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pump Yeah, that should handle this A Bounty Hunter from Watts, so I`m forcin` niggas scandelous And I`m down for whatever I got the extra long clip hangin` out my motherfuckin` `Retta Gettin` ready for a C.K Here comes some ?? from that Ricket nigga with no further delay [TROLL LOC] Load up the guns cause now you fuckin` with a killa trigga cop Bust some shots at you Slob-ass niggas talkin` shit You`s a bitch and I`ll put that on my momma If I catch you in these streets - I`ma leave your ass in trauma This shock well and don`t bail on T.R.O. double L Cause dead rag gettin` toe tagged from hot shells Ride throught my hood in that motherfuckin` red I put my gun to your head and leave you dead enough said [AWOL] Now as I hear this on line if you really gon` blast I got a flea on my dick, for puttin` in it their dogs ass "Damn Blood that Ricket nigga was wild" I call myself a dog say fuck hI`m doggystyle uh uh Smooth sellin` on a gay-ass snoop The main bitch at my house straight smokin` a loop K.P. to the motherfuckin` H Fuck all Slob this the muthafuckin` K [DOGG & LI`L HAWK] Gimme the strap goddamn so I can bust on this Crab That bitch AWOL Tryin` to bang with a ?shank? Well, we`ll rush you niggas on the count of 4 And all that Crab shit what is you bangin` for Fuck talkin` with you niggas, fuck ?? with you niggas Fuck rappin` with you niggas I don`t believe you niggas It don`t stop, I slip in my clip and set trip It`s the Dogg and Hawksta, Weirdos and Mafias Mafia/Weirdos it really don`t matter I grab my nine and make it rat-a-tat-tatter Now we be rollin` in my muthafuckin` G- ride It`s me Lil` Hawk and the Dogg showin` these Crabs what that "B" like Weirdo gangsta`s and the 10 and tha 4 Fuck all Crabs in the studio Biiatch Tricks in this basket Busta-ass Crab-ass ?? Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Set Trippin`: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/22977.html Все тексты песен: Bloods and Crips » Bloods and Crips - Crip 4 Life » Bloods and Crips - Puttin` In Work » Bloods and Crips - Bangin` on Wax 2... 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