Letras
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
Crabs ain't nathan but gumbo ingredients
Steadily gettin' dick, addin' dogs to the roster
What do you call a ugly Crip? What, a sea monster?
Piru is Crip in reverse but the C's on its back
Your eggshell lobster-like-ass face is gonna crack
Crip, beware of the truth
The gliddy-gliddy-Glock tick-tock, Crabs, I stop Piru
Yo, your mama can suck a dog's dick and die
Chicken Little Crabs scared of the red apples fallin' from the sky
D-Roc done ate, mommy, Ricky Blood was shared
A-C and D, another Crip nigga dead
Oh motherfuckin' well, punk bitches
Come over to my place, I'll take you on a little trip
It starts with an R, ends with E-E
The riverbed you'll be lyin' in, lookin' up at me
Crab-ass hoes, they get the fuckin' middle
Niggas think it's a joke, it ain't no motherfuckin' riddle
Your rat pack'll get packed right in a box
Sent to your dead homie's mama right down the block
Niggas fake like they hard and then gon' try check me
I'm finna let your ass know you need to respect me
'Cause although you ain't sayin' shit, you gettin' on my nerves
Plus the ass-flue-wearin' niggas gettin' served
Huh-huh-oh
Piru love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I know
I'm gonna be a Piru
Piru love
Baby
Back on the set after bein' locked down
Crabs knocked down and I love the way a Glock sound
Crownin' motherfuckers like checkers
And I be puttin' niggas to sleep so they will respect us
I got a vision in my head and you're a dead man
When I roll in a stolen red minivan
I'm on a mission to the motherfuckin' Eastside
Inglewood against Compton, a C-K ride
I glide to the park in the dark with my gun out
Bickin' back, bein' bool in a little gun-out
Wait for the moment to serve 'em
What the motherfuckers don't know just might hurt 'em
I cock back the goddamn hammer
And aim directly for the fool talkin' shit up in the slammer
I guess he thought that I forgot, but nope, I didn't
For the one that caught the slug, good riddance
And if you wanna run for the trees
I'ma stop all that by shootin' for the knees
Redrum is Audi 5000 G
Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93
Piru love
I said Piru love
I'm tellin' you, baby
Rest in peace to the homie Killer Wack
To the little homie K-Ron
O.G. Tookie, Iceberg, we love y'all
Westside Avenue Piru
B-H-I-P
To the little homie from Eastside, Bounty Hunter Watts
Little J
Little Fang Fang
Dim, T.I
Mafia's in peace
My homegirl Jackie
Bizarro
Sneak
Stacey Lowe