(feat. Daz Dillinger)



[C-Bo]

Yea, that nigga C-Bo and Dat Nigga Daz

Putting it down for the real riders

Fa sho



[C-Bo Hook]

Every where I go niggaz be holla out my name

Talking the about the set I claim and the gang I hang

Aint nothing damm thang change

All y'all niggas, y'all can't fuck with me we throwing up the C

Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all niggas really wanted to be



[C-Bo Chorus]

We just Crippin, Crippin, Crippin all night

We just Dippin, Dippin, Dippin let's ride



[C-Bo]

It's C-Bo and that nigga daz in an four rag

With an auto mag, tag, blasting niggas about the move

Feeling to do this out the roof, twenty-one guns and loop

And crush son like Big Pun, I die for 29th street 

Like Daz would die for 21

Connect gang, wreck thang, disrespect I swing the tech man

For the guard and blocks for the Insane

If you down for your gang and throw your rags in the air

Flag the mother fuckers like you just don't care

Im going to ride for mine, do or die for mine

South side duce nine, Long Beach eastside

We going ride together, sly eye together

We going crip and die together, getting high forever



[Daz Dillinger]

C-Bo, Daz Dillie

Serving other niggas in their city, getting greedy

Seen getting shity, rolling vapor are dilly

Now it's time to get stupid or really (Yea)

High stone roll everywhere I Rohm with the meat on my bone

Me and C-Bo we keep going zone to zone

My type reaps are anonymous

Coke, weed, cock, feeds we dropping them

Four kills, an emmy, and in the mode to kill

Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that's on the real

Rhino we explode like dynamite

How many niggas getting killed tonight

Is you, you, you, and all of you 

Back flossing with the mother fucking mack

Going clip from clip, bout my business and shit

Fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no shit

See we serious about this and lyrically about this

Curious about this, its beautiful with out this

How can you come to an battle with out an gun



[C-Bo]

You get done fucking with duce ninety-two-one



[C-Bo Hook]



[C-Bo Chorus]



[Daz Dillinger]

I guess the war zone, get soldiers and let's go to war

Putting work mother fucker even the storm

Meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45's

Crazy in the land when its hard to survive

Catching the nigga slipping, the blunt, and the crippin

On the mission blasting niggas if you already

See we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison

Doing hell of time with them scandalous bitches

Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one 

When I'm bombed out, smoked out

So we swerve in the glass house and we roll the street

I ran niggas rolling up on us and well up the heat

I said, What's up you plotted the wrong set

It's my duty to put my gun this nigga to rest

Boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out

Another enemy gone, that's what I'm talking about

Niggas draw my name out and say they going to kill me

I aint worried about an damm thang, y'all niggas cant kill me

See my homies is killers and we do this for passion

You better get your strap, when you see us we blasting

We will run up on you nigga their aint going to be no asking

You better get your strap when you see, we blasting 



[C-Bo]

Their aint no future in the front you bitches is straight hoes

Wish niggas want scramble with the foes

I peel his cap with the boom, boom

You niggas going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight

Niggas want to see roll the hardcore

Dump niggas in the sea 

Many fourteen leave them slope in his front seat

Approach me I jump my magnum to your teeth 

Hop out the bentley, sagging down to my knees

Screaming out thug life, throwing slugs in the air

Leaving in the mansion with no neighbors and don't care

Drinking Cristile out the bottles 

To the life of luxury, stuck with me, we smoldered with models

Im an thug nigga, wont die alone without taking an knife

And shoot an piggy in his face for his third strike

You cremate me or send me to jail

Don't give an fuck because I was born in hell



[Daz Dillinger]

And every where I go I see the same mother fuckers and I end up back in jail



[Hook: C-Bo] 



[Chorus: C-Bo]