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Verse One: 
I cast out cased up Loc locked down I'm a Menace 
I gives it up  I give a fuck  a Loc for life cuz I'm with it 
I see fresh  dressed like a million bucks 
I am the lowest rip rida in the navy blue chucks 
Not the low top type cuz they slip and they slide 
with the high tops and the gangstaz with the stars on the side 
I'm buckin all brands  all slobs  bitches and tricks 
and I'm from Eastside Fushtown Mafia Crip 
WATTS UP to my homiez on the 10 and the 5 
In the cut on the street gettin paid on the front line 
I rob for C side, death to my enemy 
Mission to make a Mill and Chill with my Big Gz 
Verse Two: 
I got a heat for you slob niggaz slippin 
set trippin is my favorite pastime Loc cuz I'm crippin 
See a slob if he swerve too deep in a Suburban 
Pull up close to the curb, get up close so I can serve him 
Ain't no mercey or grace 
Put him in his place 
Make every bullet count so put a slug in his face 
Nationwide Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip Ride 
Another straight hood slippin another straight just died 
I ain't lying when I say you see me dumpin 
Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride is quick to move some (on that Eastside) 
Verse Three: 
The AGCs, straight rollin on that Eastside, right 
Where gangstaz like to ride 
and do a homicide 
I catch a slob slippin 
I break his fuckin neck 
and puttin these busta punk niggaz straight in check 
talkin 'bout youz a gangsta 
Nigga youz a busta 
runnin slobs over 
nigga you can't trust a 
nigga from the A-V, A-L-O-N-G-E, S-T-A 
and I'm a spray when I have ta 
Busta, I case you out the hood 
because you know the OG ?cellies? straight up to no good 
wood, you try to test me and get stray dog 
cuz I'll be rollin muthafuckaz like lumber jacks roll logs 
Peep the real crippin 
back in '69 you young rookies don't know shit 
about your melon & big cookie 
doing ?dips in green metals? 
I'm that little bitty fella runnin around 
while my niggaz bustin caps 
Hello, recognize nigga when those gangstaz comin through 
dressed in blue 
and we did it just for you 
Not bangin on wax, but bangin for my turf 
and I'll be tossin niggaz like a muthafucking Nerf 
and I'm out 
Chours: 
Nationwide Rip Ride, Rip Ridaz (4x) 
Verse Four: Scarface and G-Bone 
Don't panic, this Atlantic move my strap in your mouth 
I empty clips on dat ass for the muthafuckin south 
never slippin steady dippin thats the way that we're crippin 
buck a slob on the corner flammed up caught slippin 
Gangsta Bone jumped out with the gauge point blank then said 
Nigga fuck slob, this the AD gang 
slob niggaz should have known that the bone is a killer 
South Atlantic drop Compton Crip, fuck them slob niggaz 
Nationwide rip ride, nigga this the double S 
young gangsta goin be your face puttin slobs to rest 
Nigga this crip so whats poppin wit that BK 
like I said last time every dog has its day 
Slobs keep slippin when I'm dippin comin up short 
smoke like a muthafucker nine for the New Port 
nigga this the AD rollin with the Southside 
straight crip face Nationwide nigga rip ride 
Verse Five: 
Puttin it down ain't a muthafuckin thang to me either Loc 
so I can miss the smoke 
fuck a slob from Cedar 
I'm on Alameda 
On my way to Elm with the glock 10 mm 
a Hoo-Ride ain't shit to me 
187 on the muthafuckin M-O-B 
K, K-P-B-G, fuck a slob 
AK 47 on the Lolly-Pop Mob, Loc 
I'm Kelly Crip with my homiez from the N game 
Eastside Rip Ride to the membrane 
the 47 still giving it up 
and fuck a slob, I'm a muthafuckin Compton Nut 
Verse Six: Koollay 
I represent that Eastside Rip 
Don't even trip 
When I hit you up with that Watts Franklin Crip 
Fool ain't no stoppin when I'm out there wig shoppin 
throwin down slobs from Inglewood to Compton 
quick to pop up on deck with a teck 
spot a slob and try my best to take off his neck 
They should of told you about this Loc-sta 
out there bangin, with killaz and sherm smokerz 
I'm claimin F till I'm finally put to rest 
and till then I'm bringing nothing but total death 
Koollay Big G from the FC 
Watts Franklin Crip till they burry me 
Verse Seven: Big Cixx 
The Eastside is where I ride 
fool is get that straight FCG till I reach them Golden Gates 
Do or Die, Crip or Cry, I thought I told ya 
Runnin from C-I-X and I'm a fold ya 
so think twice if your movin through my N hood 
Niggaz see deep and them swears up to no good 
Watts the city of Tombstone 
the evil side same fool slippin 
is the same fool just died 
so remember what goes on in them tombstone 
you ain't got your chrome you best stay at home 
it ain't no joking around it ain't no suprise 
you better recognize 
Nationwide Rip Ride 
Chorus 
Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside

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