[Intro: Do or Die]:
Yeah, huh, this some of that G-ass Crip shit, you know what I'm sayin’, fuccin' with 'em Slob-ass bitches, fuccin’ 'em and leavin' 'em wrecced, from the C-side, haha, so uh, sparkle the mothafuccin' chronic joint, roll it

[Verse 1: Do or Die]:
Yo, I've been rippin' the cheeks of thousand bitches quickly
Never see a bitch in this world ever did me
And I been fuccin' Slob bitches on the daily
Fuccin’ ’em so well now them Slob bitches pay me
'Cause it’s C on them nights on the 'Shaw
I'm fuccin' them switches like they never seen befo’
Slob bitches jocc so I let 'em succ my dicc
And bust a good nut all over that burgundy shit
Like Cuddy Mary, with nut in her hairy
Twat then leave her on the 'Shaw at the spot
For the next n***a to wrecc that bitch
Then roll to the ave for another Slob chicc
She belongs to a bitch-made n***a Slob
But she likes to slob on this Crip's knob
Then go bacc to that punk redruM
Let his ass simp but won't give none
As I leave, hittin' them switches
Bumpin' that C side, maccin' to them Slob bitches
Yeah, huh, maccin' to them Slob bitches
Maccin' to them Slob-ass bitches

[Verse 2: Blue Ragg]:
Smaccin', slappin', and maccin' to you Slob bitches
Makin' you hold, to make me some riches
'Cause I don't give a damn about a Snoop tramp
Fiendin' for my dicc like a junkie finnin' to get amp
But hold up you little tricc slut
I gives a damn about your big ol' burgundy butt
I take my size nine and keep ridin' the ass
Hard, swift, smoove, quicc and fast
To let you know how I wrecc a Snoop hoe
Put you on the corner to make me some dough
In fat ass not to least three a guap
You come short, bitch, you get a cranium knocced
That's gonna take at least nine stitches
I'm movin' to yo' friends, still maccin' to you Slob bitches
Aw yeah, still maccin' to you Slob bitches
[Verse 3: Mr. C-Rider (DJ BattleCat)]:
Huh, yeah, C-Rider on the motherfuccin' mic, checc it out
Bring the vinegar and (?) and all that shit
I want you squeaky clean from head to toe and under the tips
Then I slap you bleedin' bitch like the one of behinds
I like your booty naked bendin' over from behind
Little Dead Ridin' Hood, I know you wanna succ
Cummin' fast as my dicc succ a boom fucc
Hoe, I thought you knew just all this time this dicc is mine
It's my baby, she's a Crip sammy? one to find
That's how I'm livin' in the year '93's a tramp
And how you live in doggy shit raisin' food stamps
Talkin' about come bacc to me
I dig you and your homies from all (?), HUH
That's wrong with this n***a at no cuts, stickin' her ass, succin' her feet, and manure out the cut of a trucc
And then maneuvre (?) change the rich
That's what's wrong when you slip in then you triccin', liccin' the ass of a Slob bitch
Yeah, N***A, maccin' to you Slob bitches
Mothafuccin' C-Rider on you mothafuccin' knucclehead bitches

[Verse 4: OG Sin Loc Blaccburn]:
I guess it's about a bitch, that Sin Loc, has been to fucc with
Dippin' and dabbin', rollin' in my mothafuccin' '66 Buccet
Maccin' to a bitch in red
And if I get the pussy when I finish, I'mma put one in her forehead
I guess it's part of the trade
With the bitch drinkin' up nut, like Thunderbird and Kool-Aid
I know you like the Hennesshit
A down-ass Crip n***a maccin' to some Slob bitches
Aw yeah, maccin' to some Slob bitches
Straight maccin' to some Slob bitches
[Verse 5: OG Domino]:
Now me and some of the homies from the hood were in a G thang
Rollin' up to the Compton Swap Meet for some B-I-T-C-HES, yeah, bitches
The kind-ass flammin' wearin' hairy fly switches
Hopped out the wagon C-rads on the gold ones
And I'm fucced up still sippin' on a cold one
Claimin' (?) locs, see a little proper
But she ain't shit 'cause I already popped her
So I finally see a new bitch to pull but she trippin'
Sportin' that Chicago bullshit
I approached her thinkin' it ain't no thang but Goddamn
The bitch had the red shoestrangs
Is she one of those visit to a G
These kinda bitches look for givin' VD
She's from the stangin' side so you know it don't clicc
Tramp-ass slutty-ass Slob-ass biatch!