Текст песни Set Trippin' (Bloods & Crips) с переводом

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

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 some 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 ??

I got the feelin' there’s anotha Slob killin' in my hood

Niggas 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

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

Wide up so fired up the motherfuckin' strap

Green eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressed

Fuck all ya’ll Crabs, ya’ll niggas ain’t shit

And you will never catch Green Eyez mackin' to a Crab bitch

Slob-ass niggas C’s up what that Crip like

Niggas 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

Illiterate ass 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 stretch 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 guy from that Ricket nigga with no further delay

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

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

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 eatin 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 niggas