AWA

Piru Love

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  • 1996.02.20
  • 6:11
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歌詞

[Young Malcolm] What's happ'nin' Bloooood? Oh baby, oh baby. I say-ay-ay why, why, why, why. Piruuuu loooove, babyyyyy. Baby, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why. Piruuuu looooove... Piru looove, Babyyyyy. [Bloody Mary] Now in the Bity of Bompton, Lime hood is down with the mob. Holly hood and cross atlantic off of Bompton Boulevard. Every town has an Elm street but not a Freddy Krueger. Don't get caught In the jungle's or a park called Lueders; On Rosecrans, pass Oleander at the light. Tree top is to the left, Fruit town is on the right. 1-5-1's and westside Pirus slay past dark, And the only other Blood hood is Campanella Park. Hacienda, swans, and bounty hunters'll call ya number. Rollin' 30's and 20's, outlaws, six deuce brims will put you under. Cabbage patch, Center Park, Harvard Park, Athens Park too. Scottsdale, neighborhood, Hawthorne, waterfront; all Pirus. L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena. Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family. The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone, Circle City and Eastside bishops got it goin' on. With the M.G.'s, Queen street, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the Village town, Eastside pain, Crenshaw mafia. B-bop Watts, city stones and the skylines. Don't say 'cause, 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time. [Young Malcolm] Piruuuuu loooove. Westsiiiiiide, Babyyyyyy. Piruuuu. Piruuuuu loooove. Bompton Piruuuuuu, Babyyyyyy. [Redrum 781] Now, the settin' is in the muthafuckin' oneway. Niggas banged up, meetin' up on a Sunday. Run across the street just to get some brews and shit. Well, what do you know? A nigga slippin', wearin' flue and shit. It's on; I take the flag out my pocket, then Wrap it around my knuckles; make a fist And lock it. Deposit a blow to the jaw as I bank him. Break a forty on top of the counter, then I shank him. Leave him layin' in the color he hates the most, But it don't matter now, 'Cause he's a gangbangin' ghost. Crab is the meat on my menu; Piru is the gang. Hell, I was been through, But I'm a soldier to the very end. I hate crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I slip clips in the automatics. Niggas want to roll through; No, I ain't havin' it. The homies are down and the girls are obedient; Crabs ain't naythin' but gumbo ingredients. Steadily gettin' dip, addin' dogs to the roster. What d'you call a ugly Crip? What? A C-monster. [Bloody Mary] Piru is Crip in reverse; put the C's on his back. Your egg shell-lobster, lie-ass, face is gonna crack. Crip, beware of the true, the glitty-glitty glock, tick-tock. Crabs, I stop Piru, yo, Your momma can suck a dog's dick and die. Chicken little Crab, scared of the red apples fallin' from the sky. D-Ropped and A-Bomb, E-Ricket Blood was shed. A-c-n-d: Another Crab Nigga, Dead. Oh, muthafuckin', well, punk bitches. Come over to my place; I take You on a little trip; it Starts with the R, Ends with E-D. The riverbed you'll be lyin' and lookin' up at me; Crab-ass ho's; They get the fuckin' middle. Niggas think it's a joke; It ain't no muthafuckin' riddle. Your rat pack'll get packed right in a box; sent to Your dead homey's momma, right down to the block. Niggas felt like they hard and then they gon' try check me. I finna let your ass know; You need to respect me. 'Cause although you ain't sayin' shit, You gettin' on my nerves. Fluster-ass, flue-wearin', niggas gettin' served. [Young Malcolm] Piruuuuuu loooooove, baaabyyyy. (Piru looo-o-ove.) Piruuuuuuu looooove, baaaabyyyyy. (Yee-e-e-aaah.) Piruuuuuuuu loooooove, babyyyy. (...I'm gonna be a Piru) Piruuuuuuuuuuuu looooooove, babyyyyy. (Piru loo-o-ove, baby.) [Redrum 781] Back on the set after being locked down. Crabs locked down, and I love the way a Glock sounds; Crownin' muthafuckas like checkers. And I be puttin' niggas to sleep, so they will respect us. (Ohh yeah.) I got a vision in my head, and you're a dead man. When I roll in a stole red minivan I'm on a mission through the muthafuckin' East Side; Inglewood against Compton; A C-K Ride. I glide throught the park, in the dark, with my gun out. Bickin' back, being bool, in a little dugout. Wait for the moment to serve 'em. What the muthafuckas don't know Just might hurt 'em. I cocked back the goddamn hammer, And aim Directly for the fool who talkin' shit up in the slammer. I guess he thought that I forgot, but no I didn't; for the one that caught the slug - good riddance. And if you want to run for the trees I'm a stop all that By shooting for the knees. Redrum is Audi 5OOO G. Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93. [Young Malcolm] Piruuuu loooove, Babyyyyyy... Piru loo-o-ove. I said, Piru love. [Bloody Mary] Rest In Peace to the homie Killa Wack, To lil' homie Kay Ron, O.G. Tookie, Iceberg; we love y'all. Westside Avenue, Piru. B.h.i.p. To Lil' homie from Eastside, Bounty hunter, Watts. Lil' Jay, Lil' Fang Fang, Denver, T.i. [Redrum 781] Mafias In Peace. My homegirl, Jackie, Big Bazzaro, Sneak, Stacy Lok.

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