Every Dog Has His Day

(AWOL)

I wanna kill a Slob it's the fifth of the month

Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front

Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass

Black Glock in my hand just in case I gotta blast, see

You get gaffled like a ***** if you chin check

The A-K 47 put him on his back

Broke him down to his **********in' mainframe

Dropped top forehead lookin' at that Slob's brain

Make a Slob break out in a sweat

Cause I'm a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin' threat

B.G. *****s do it the most, I got my A-K

Ready and steady servin' Slobs problems Loc

How in the **** can I mix with the Inglewood?!

I only got love for third of my own hood

Killin' when I'm rollin' with my *****s

Not just any *****s but them killa Slob *****s

****in' with a Kelly Park Crip now you know

I give a Slob a home on Palmer when bullets roll

Ain't no more steppin' through the smog nor creepin' through the fog

I'm a **********in' Loc sayin' **** all Dogs

Every Dog has his day, every Dog has his day...

(I'm a Dog killa, I'm a Dog killa, I'm a B-Dog killa)

(G-BONE)

Slobs better kick at and pay a **** attention

I'm crippin' through your hood on a Slob killin' mission

Strap on my lap all ready for the K's up ???

To the other side I'm makin' Slob drop

Raise out the window pull the trigga and I blast

Pumps some of that lead in a Slob ***** ass

The ***** rolled over and I shot him in the ****in' jaw

Hollow shells in my ****, blew his **** the ****ed off

Mr. gang bang ************ boogie *****

Slob ***** don't slip cause I'ma **** the set trip

Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy *****

Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member

I'm a straight **********in' Brim murderer

None that peace makin' *****, a bullet stone cold killa

A ***** called Bone that's a **********in' hog

A loc'd out Crip B-K ***** **** the Dog!

(Chorus)

(SIX PAC)

Shiiiit

Now I'm a menace from the past kickin' hoo-ride best

Tons of blue rag in their dice game and watch 'em catch whiplash

Damn flood who did it and I'ma bank him

And while I'm blastin' I'm yellin' out FRANKLIN!

See I'm a soldier thought I done told ya

And everytime you slip

I'ma peel up fool

You Snoops think they slick

Tryin' to creep

Through the park

But the ***** Six Pac ??? like tiger sharks

They sniff a mack

Then roll 'em up like that bomb

?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam?

Leavin' a killa dead bodies ***** dressed in red

But that's O-K a ************ look better dead

CAlifornia Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger

Watts Franklin Crip O.G. gangbanger

A 44 Mag to the dome when I take him home

Boom! Boom! on the corner another Slob is gone

(Chorus)

(TROLL)

Look who you stuck with

A Kelly you don't wanna **** with

So Slobs duck quick cause I'm fits to **** up ****

And it's a must I kill D-O-G's

Dead rags gettin' served tryin' to **** with these

Two C's

Puttin' 'em on their goddamn backs

Slob fools throw back when I'm packin' a Gat

Set trippin' if you caught

In your colors dead shirt

Dead pants leaves a dead ************

So all Snoops better bang repercussion

Tuck your rags in or get killed tryin' to floss it

Sportin' that bull****

I'll get your card pulled quick

Test me if you will but I'm pass 'em with full clips

And

Another die-'Ru lies Restin' In Pieces

Put my Gat to his mouth and made his ***** ass see it

So when you see a B.G.

Drop down and pray

Cause every **********in' Dog is fits to have his day

(Chorus)

(BIG FREEZE & BRONCO)

Crips bustin' shots from Glocks to Slobs steady droppin'

Killin' off all Slobs cause see Cuz it ain't no peace poppin'

Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster

Crip 4 live

Do or die

F for death ************!

Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis

Can't floss on real boss so what's up with your ***** trick?

Down with the Franklin Fudge Front from murder skills *****

Off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that kills

As I snatch the trigga of the Tec or A-K

As I spray

Cause all dogs have a day

To die you know why punk fool this is Crip

Give it up

What that F like bow down to the set trip

From sun up - to sun down

From Franklin - to Fudge Town

Should've been a Crip cause Slob *****s get beated down

This is the life of a loc'd out slanger

Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber

So hip hip a **********in' raid

I'm so takin' **** peace makin' every Dog will have his day

(Chorus)