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Muthafucka bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka bring it on Mutha-Muthafucka bring it on [TWIN LOC] Loc'd out in the brain from that muthafuckin' 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 fuck I really don't fuck 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 Fuck 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 Letras de canciones[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 muthafuckin' 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 fuckin 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckas out there dissin We gon' keep rollin Dangerous in this bitch For the C-mix Throw your A's up Muthafucka bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Bring it on Bring it on Bring it on Muthafucka Bring-bring-bring-bring-bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Bring-bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Bring it on Muthafucka Muthafucka Muthafucka Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka bring it on Muthafucka bring it on Mutha-Muthafucca bring it on From Letras Mania