
Data di rilascio: 17.03.2016
Etichetta discografica: Dangerous
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Piru Love(originale) |
What’s happ’nin’Bloooood? |
Oh baby, oh baby |
I say-ay-ay-y-y-y-y |
Piruuuu Loooove, babyyyyy |
Baby-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y |
Piruuuu Looooove |
Piru Looove |
Babyyyyy |
Now in the Bity of Bompton |
LIME HOOD is down with the? |
Bomp? |
HOLLY HOOD and CROSS ATLANTIC off of Bompton Boulevard |
Every town has an ELM STREET but not a Freddy Krueger |
Don’t get caught |
In the JUNGLE’s or a Park called LUEDERS |
On Rosecrans pass Oleander at the light |
TREE TOP is to the left, FRUIT TOWN is on the right |
One by one the WESTSIDE PIRUs slay past dark |
And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK |
HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS’ll call ya number |
ROLLIN'30's and 20's OUTLAWS, SIXX DEUCE BRIMS will put you under |
CABBAGE PATCH, CENTER PARK, HARVARD PARK, ATHENS PARK too |
SCOTTSDALE, NEIGHBORHOOD, HAWTHORNE, WATERFRONT, all Pirus |
L.A. DENVER LANES, there’s mo’in Pasadena |
AVENUES, BLOOD STONE, INGLEWOOD FAMILY |
The PUEBLOS, BLOOD STONE VILLIANS, BLACK P. STONE |
CIRCLE CITY and EASTSIDE BISHOPS got it goin’on |
With the? |
Ingies? |
QUEEN STREET, V.N.G's ain’t no stoppin'`em |
VILLAGE TOWN, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA |
BE-BOP WATTS, CITY STONES and the SKYLINES |
Don’t say Cuz 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time |
Piruuuuu Loooove |
Westsiiiiiide |
Babyyyyyy |
Piruuuu |
Piruuuuu Loooove |
Bompton Piruuuuuu |
Babyyyyyy |
Now — the settin is in the muthafuckin’oneway |
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, then |
Wrap it around my knuckles make a fist |
And lock it Deposit a blow to the jaw as I bank him |
Break a phoney 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, I was been through |
But I’m a soldier to the very end |
I hate Crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I slip clips in the automatics |
Niggas wanna roll through |
No, I ain’t havin’it |
The homies are down and the girls are obedient |
Crabs ain’t nathin’but gumbo ingredients |
Steadily gettin’dip addin’dogs to the roster |
What d’you call a ugly Crip? |
What? |
A c-monster |
Piru is Crip in reverse, put the C’s on his back |
Your egg shell-lobster lie-ass face is gonna crack |
Crip: beware of the truth, the gitty-gitty Glock tick-tock |
Crabs I stop Piru, yo Your momma can suck a dogs dick and die, chicken |
Little Crab scared of the red apples fallin’from the sky |
D-Rock and Eightball E-Ricket Blood was shed |
Another Crab nigga dead |
Oh muthafuckin’well punk bitches |
Come over to my place |
I take |
You on little trip, it Starts with the R Ends with E-P* *IT MEANS R.I.P* |
The riverbed you be lookin’up at me Crab-ass ho’s |
They get the fuckin’middle |
Niggas think its a joke |
It ain’t no muthafuckin’riddle |
You rat pack or get packed right in a box, sent to Your dead homies, momma right down to the block |
Niggas felt like they hard and then they gon’try check me I finna let your ass know |
You need to respect me Cause although you ain’t sayin’shit |
You gettin’on my nerves |
Fluster-ass flue-wearin'niggas gettin’served |
Piruuuuuu Loooooove, baaabyyyy |
(Piru Looo-o-ove) |
Piruuuuuuu Looooove, baaaabyyyyy |
(Yee-e-e-aaah) |
Piruuuuuuuu Loooooove, babyyyy |
(…I'm gonna be a Piru) |
Piruuuuuuuuuuuu Looooooove, babyyyyy |
(Piru Loo-o-ove, baby) |
Back on the set after being locked down |
Crabs locked down and I love the way a Glock sounds |
Clownin’muthafuckas like checkers |
And I be puttin’niggas to sleep so they will respect us (ohh yeah) |
I got a vision in my head and you’re a dead man |
When I roll in a stole red minivan |
I’m on a mission through the muthafuckin’East Side |
Inglewood against Compton, a C-K Ride |
I glide throught the park in the dark with my gun out |
Bickin’back being bool* in a little ??? |
out *KICKIN'BACK BEING COOL* |
Wait for the moment to serve 'em |
What the muthafuckas don’t know |
Just might hurt `em |
I cocked back the goddamn hammer |
And aim |
Directly for the fool who talkin’shit up in the slammer |
I guess he thought that I forgot but no I didn’t for the one that caught the slug — good ridance |
And if you wanna run for the trees |
I’ma stop all that |
By shooting for the knees |
Redrum is Audi 5OOO G Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93 |
Piruuuu Loooove Babyyyyyy… |
Piru Loo-o-ove |
I said Piru Love |
Rest In Peace to the homie Killa Wack |
To lil’homie Kay Ron |
O.G. |
Tookie, Iceberg, we love y’all |
Westside Avenue Piru |
To Lil’homie from Eastside Bounty Hunter Watts |
Lil’Jay |
Lil’Fang Fang |
Denver |
T.I. |
Mafias In Peace |
My homegirl Jackie |
Big Pizzarro |
Sneak |
Stacy Lok |
(traduzione) |
Cosa sta succedendo a Bloodoood? |
Oh piccola, oh piccola |
Dico-ay-ay-y-y-y-y |
Piruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu |
Baby-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y |
Piruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu |
Piru Looove |
Babyyyyy |
Ora nel Bity di Bompton |
LIME HOOD è giù con il? |
Bomba? |
HOLLY HOOD e CROSS ATLANTICO al largo di Bompton Boulevard |
Ogni città ha una ELM STREET ma non un Freddy Krueger |
Non farti prendere |
Nella GIUNGLA o in un parco chiamato LUEDERS |
Su Rosecrans passa Oleandro al semaforo |
TREE TOP è a sinistra, FRUIT TOWN è a destra |
Uno dopo l'altro i WESTSIDE PIRU uccidono oltre il buio |
E l'unico altro Bloodhood è CAMPANELLA PARK |
HACIENDA, SWANS e BOUNTY HUNTERS ti chiameranno il numero |
ROLLIN'30'S E 20'S OUTLAWS, SEIXX DEUCE BRIMS ti metteranno sotto |
CABBAGE PATCH, CENTER PARK, HARVARD PARK, PARCO DI ATENE |
SCOTTSDALE, QUARTIERE, BIANCOSPINO, LUNGOMARE, tutto Pirus |
L.A. DENVER LANES, non c'è niente a Pasadena |
AVENUES, BLOOD STONE, INGLEWOOD FAMILY |
I PUEBLOS, VILLIANS DELLA PIETRA DI SANGUE, P. PIETRA NERA |
CIRCLE CITY e EASTSIDE BISHOPS ce l'hanno fatta |
Con il? |
Ingie? |
QUEEN STREET, i VNG non li fermano |
VILLAGGIO CITTÀ, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA |
BE-BOP WATT, CITY STONES e gli SKYLINES |
Non dire perché Blood, questo è Piru tutto il tempo |
Piruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu |
Westsiiiiiide |
Babyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
Piruuuu |
Piruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu |
Bompton Piruuuuuu |
Babyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
Ora, il settin è nel muthafuckin'oneway |
I negri si sono incontrati, si sono incontrati di domenica |
Corri dall'altra parte della strada solo per prendere delle birre e della merda |
Ebbene, cosa ne sai? |
Un negro che scivola con la canna fumaria e merda |
È acceso, allora tiro fuori la bandiera dalla tasca |
Avvolgilo intorno alle mie nocche e fai un pugno |
E bloccalo Deposi un colpo alla mascella mentre lo salvo |
Rompo un fasullo sopra il bancone e poi lo sbatto |
Lascialo sdraiato nel colore che odia di più |
Ma non importa ora |
Perché è un fantasma |
Il granchio è la carne nel mio menu |
Piru è la banda |
Diavolo, ci ho passato |
Ma sono un soldato fino alla fine |
Odio i granchi con la passione, il mio atteggiamento è cupo, quindi infilo le clip nell'automatica |
I negri vogliono passare |
No, non ce l'ho |
Gli amici sono giù e le ragazze sono obbedienti |
I granchi non sono ingredienti naturali ma gommosi |
Aggiungendo costantemente cani al roster |
Come chiami un brutto Crip? |
Che cosa? |
A c-mostro |
Piru è Crip al contrario, metti le C sulla schiena |
La tua faccia da aragosta a guscio d'uovo si spaccherà |
Crip: attenzione alla verità, il tic-tac Glock gitty-gitty |
Granchi Fermo Piru, yo tua mamma può succhiare il cazzo di un cane e morire, pollo |
Little Crab ha paura delle mele rosse che cadono dal cielo |
D-Rock e Eightball E-Ricket Blood sono stati versati |
Un altro negro di granchio morto |
Oh muthafuckin'well puttane punk |
Vieni a casa mia |
Prendo |
Tu in piccolo viaggio, inizia con la R termina con E-P* *SIGNIFICA R.I.P* |
Il letto del fiume che mi stai guardando è quello di un granchio |
Vanno al centro del cazzo |
I negri pensano che sia uno scherzo |
Non è un enigma muthafuckin' |
Fai il pacco dei topi o vieni impacchettato in una scatola, inviato ai tuoi amici morti, mamma fino al blocco |
I negri si sentivano come se fossero duri e poi non proveranno a controllarmi finna fartelo sapere |
Devi rispettarmi Perché anche se non stai dicendo un cazzo |
Mi stai dando sui nervi |
I negri che indossano la canna fumaria vengono serviti |
Piruuuuuu Loooooove, baaabyyyy |
(Piru Looo-o-ove) |
Piruuuuuuu Looooove, baaaabyyyyy |
(Ye-e-e-aaah) |
Piruuuuuuuu Loooooove, babyyyy |
(... sarò un Piru) |
Piruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! |
(Piru Loo-o-ove, piccola) |
Torna sul set dopo essere stato bloccato |
I granchi sono stati bloccati e adoro il modo in cui suona una Glock |
Clownin'muthafuckas come dama |
E io metterò i negri a dormire così ci rispetteranno (ohh yeah) |
Ho una visione nella mia testa e tu sei un uomo morto |
Quando salgo su un minivan rosso rubato |
Sono in missione nel muthafuckin'East Side |
Inglewood contro Compton, un C-K Ride |
Scivolo attraverso il parco al buio con la mia pistola fuori |
Bickin'back essendo bool* in un poco??? |
fuori *KICKIN'BACK BEING COOL* |
Aspetta il momento di servirli |
Quello che i muthafucka non sanno |
Potrebbe solo ferirli |
Ho armato indietro il dannato martello |
E mira |
Direttamente per lo sciocco che parla di merda nella pallottola |
Immagino che abbia pensato che me ne fossi dimenticato ma no, non l'ho fatto per quello che ha catturato la lumaca — buon viaggio |
E se vuoi correre verso gli alberi |
Fermerò tutto questo |
Sparando alle ginocchia |
Redrum è Audi 5OOO G Kelly Park iniziato nel '85 e terminato nel '93 |
Piruuuu Loooove Babyyyyyy… |
Piru Loo-o-ove |
Ho detto Piru Love |
Riposa in pace con l'amico Killa Wack |
Alla piccola amica Kay Ron |
OG |
Tookie, Iceberg, vi amiamo tutti |
Westside Avenue Piru |
A Lil'homie di Eastside Bounty Hunter Watts |
Lil'Jay |
Zanna piccola |
Denver |
TI |
Mafie in pace |
La mia casalinga Jackie |
Grande Pizzarro |
Sgattaiolare |
Stacy Lok |
Nome | Anno |
---|---|
Crip, Crip, Crip | 1993 |
Shuda Beena B-Dog | 1993 |
Slob 187 | 1994 |
Every Dog Has His Day | 1994 |
Time is Gone Nigga | 1996 |
Bangin on Wax | 1993 |
Gs & Locs | 1994 |
Rip a Crab in Half | 1993 |
Crip 4 Life | 1994 |
Can't Stop, Won't Stop | 1994 |
East Side Rip Rider | 2013 |
Shuda Been a B-Dog | 1996 |
Mafia Lane | 1996 |
Slobs Keep on Slippin` | 1994 |
187 | 1994 |
Wish You Were Here | 2013 |
Shit Ain't Over | 1996 |
Set Trippin' | 1994 |
Bangin' on Wax | 1996 |
Puttin' in Work | 1993 |