[Lyric] Crabs Keep On Slippin’ Japanese Bonus Track (Lil' Hawk (Bloods))

Chorus:

Crabs keep on slippin' (x4)
DJ Quik: Now it's time to do some set trippin' (x4)

Verse 1:

Gettin' right back at cha, nigga it's me, it's that Crab killin' nigga from the C to the MGB as in Crenshaw Mafia, name Lil' Hawksta, slippin' and slidin' and I'm CK ridin' like it ain't no thang, it's the Mafia Lane and if you ask me again then I'mma tell you the same, I gives a fuck, Glock cocked finger on the trigga, and True Flue killa, FUCK y'all niggas, punks, bustas, you mothafuckin' lollies you can't diss the B, you better ask somebody, and for talkin' that shit you gon' get yo' mouf split, on Westside Inglewood be's the mothafuckin' hit, where the Bloods get they bang on, Crabs get their brains blown, low down CK Century and it's on, it's on and it's on and it's on and it's on, Lil' Hawk YGB peelin' Crab niggas' domes, Westside-Eastside straight, dumpin' out the G ride, Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta what that mothafuckin' B like (like!), and C side niggas I be killin' fo' sho', puttin' big red tags on they mothafuckin' toe

Chorus (x4)

Verse Duse:

See, bow wow wow is what the fuck these niggas say, but the Blood that I be's made me do a CK, on these Crab-ass niggas, M-U double T's, only the real D-O-G-G's represent the B, brrrrrr, you don't want a nigga to get stupid, Inglewood, Denver, Nebraska, St. Louis, Goddamn, you don't wanna be the Lil' Hawksta, where you from, fool, Crenshaw Mafia, I'm just, shakin' and breakin' and takin' off, once again it's me, it's that B to the L double O mothafuckin' D YG, cherried out from head to toe, it's that brazy-ass nigga from the 104 but, speakin' of foes it's makin' me sick 'cause these Crab-ass niggas keep ridin' the dick, there's only one 104, and that be's the Mafia, just like there's only one nigga Lil' Hawkster, with mo' bounce to the ounce and a case of O.E.'s so mothafuck a St. Ides when a nigga hoo-rides, it's the Westside best side don't be swangin' on my nuts, Red Ridin' through yo' hood but I really don't give a fuck

Chorus (x4)

Verse 3:

Now, it's time to give it up to the Bloods that I roll with, the ones that I jack with and the ones I kill Crabs with, SP, you know it's all good, and my nigga Wiz nigga he puttin' it down for the hood, Tiny-Lok, Big Bool, Lil' Ru and CK, Ice Mike, Lil' Nutt, Tweed banged every day, Big Dog has the dice so it's on and poppin', Big Hawk hit the 7, bagged 011, Lil' Bazzarro and Kap, ain't no mothafuckin' jokin', Lil' Dogg he walkin' leave fuckin' in yo' draws he was, left and right, on the side where it's at, and you don't wanna bee me and Lil' B-Mack, gettin' bigger, packin' a couple of sour like Rice Krispies, and snap, crackle, pop G-Bone with the Glock, Turbo and Snoop, Lil' Ken in the pen, Lil' Daze in the 64 high off that indo, Hell Razor, Venom, Lil' Lunch on the block, Double Ehtee, OD, Big Booz, Vamp and Jock, Vinny Bop, KB Gramps, Sims, Smiley, and y'all don't wanna fuck with my nigga, Kennyboy rowdy
Chorus (x4)