Lyrics
Westside, Piru
Compton Piru
Now in the city of Compton, Bomb Hood is down with the bomb
Hollyhood and Cross Atlantic suffer 'bout the boulevard
Every town has a Elm Street but not a Freddy Krueger
Don't get caught in the jungles or a park called Lulu
On Rosecrest, past Lilliana, Rotholite
Tree Top is to the left, Fruit Town is on the right
151'S in Westside Pal, Pus' Lane, past Dart
And the only other Blood hood is Campanella Park
Hacienda, Swanza, Bounty Hunters'll call your number
Rollin' 30's and 20's, Outlawz and Snooze Brims'll put you under
Cabbage Patch, Center Park, Harbor Park, Athens Park too
Scottsdale, Neighborhood Hall, from Waterfront, all Piru's
LA to Blang, there's one with Pasadena
Avenues, Bloodstone, Inglewood family
The Pueblos, Bloodstone Villas, Block P Stone
Circle City and East Side Bishops got it goin' on
With the N.G.'s, Queen Street, B.N.G.'s, ain't no stoppin' the
Village Town, Eastside, Pankhurst Shop Mafia
Be-Bop, Watt City, Stones in the skylines
Don't say Cuz 'cause Blood, this is Piru, all the time
Westside
Piru
Compton Piru
Now, the setting is the motherfuckin' one-way
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
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
Deposit a blow to the jaw as I bank him
Break a phony 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 is what I been through
But I'm a soldier to the very end
I hate Crabs with a passion, my attitude is grim, so
I slip clips in the automatics
Niggas wanna roll through, nope, I ain't havin' it
The homies are down and the girls are obedient