Crips - Throw the C's in the Air Lyrics

[TWIN LOC]
Yeah
East Side Avalon 45 Crip (CaRIP!)
88, 11-6, you know what I'm sayin' (right Cuz)
And we doin' like that you know what I mean (yeah)
B-K (yeah)
Slob Killer (Slob!)
F*ck Sway
You see me though
Or do you hear me though
We about to break it off like this
Loc'd out

[TWIN LOC]
Loc'd out in the brain from that motherf*ckin' A gang
I bang with the down and remain for that money man
To jack me a slug, pull the trigger, blow his brains out
A tisket, a tasket, closed casket is what I'm talkin' about
I blast a Slob, leave him wheelin' in a wheelchair
I really don't give a f*ck
I really don't f*ckin care
Crip in me
I take Slobs like caps
Givin' up Avalon, beatin' them down with bats
Check my tatts on backarm, 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 the
Period color, busta I put that on the land
My homies beat down your homies with they bare hands
A.G.C. enemies catch the blues
And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon nigga simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin' throw them C's in the air
If you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Chitty-chitty-bang-bang, Avalon Crip Gang
Do this to the fullest cause I do this shit everyday
To spray this slob, 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 springin'
Stayin' - down, A's up to my homies
Especially to my niggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky Tony
And all my soldiers in the motherf*ckin' system
Ain't havin' no bitch-ass Slob tryin' to dis them
Went in it to win it loc'd out Crip strong and when I die
I want Crip engraved in my tombstone
"Here lies a loc'd out real f*ckin' rider
With real gangsta lyrics stickin' like a screwdriver," I provide a
Strap for my homies if he's willin for a Slob massacre
Another Avalon killin' Cuz

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon nigga simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin' throw them C's in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Shot outs to my riders from the motherf*ckin' A (that's right)
1-16, 88, 45, Trey (for life Cuz)
G.A., G-Mike, Steel 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
Poppin' O, Big Think, Beefy and Double
Be puttin' this Crippin' takin' it to the whole other level
Big Figure - givin' up to the 88 street
And we can bust it down to the concrete

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon nigga simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin' throw them C's in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip...

[TWIN LOC]
I thought you knew, motherf*ckers (that's right)
That's how the Avalon do it
Y'all better recognize
Dwellin' on the evil-ass East/Side
You know what I'm sayin'
Shout outs to the Twin
Big Leaf, Big Reef
J-Love, Runnin' too
(CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! - f*ck them Slobs...)
You know I'm sayin'
Criminal, Humptie
Sam, Smile, I hear ya
Big Spank, you know what I'm sayin'
What's up baby?!
To all the homies Rest In Peace
Crazy Raggy you know what I'm sayin'
Ice Mike
Joker, Hearse, Hood
Especially
G-Jake and my brother A-Bone
A's up
See you when I get there, baby

[Thanks to Biancawebb1981 for correcting these lyrics]