The Official West Coast Gangs History Thread!!!
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words spoken fro a real long beach city g
I usually take off first and ask questions never
Because the west is where the eastside rides forever
Clever as they get, miss me with that shit
Now you can bring that shit and get your lip and wig split
Keep a heat on my hip, twenty one in the clip
'Cause I bang with that Gang and the Dogg Pound clique
A zaniac, a maniac with platinum stats
Stayin' hungry as a wolf so I travel in packs
In my Nikes and Chucks, no shelltop Adidas
Just a t-shirt, khakis, and an automatic heater
Take it to the extreme, representin' to the max
Bust a slug in they tail just from eye contact
Gang affiliated tats across my arms and back
Finger tips, chest, wrist, my neck and knee caps
Peep facts, disease back to seize the juice
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools
Hook:
Twenty first street (first street) where it all started
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools (repat 1x)
Twenty first street (first street) where it all started
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools (repeat 1x)
Verse 2:
I keep it bangin' in the V12, we hustle for fame
Still related with the gang Tracy Davis aint change
I'm downer than most, in any city or coast
I pour it out for the homies before any toast
It's a gangsta party loc's, so you see we're striclty riders
Long Beach to the fullest nothing couldn't come divide us
No city rips young killers with chips
Packin' macks and uzis on the side of their hips
Where they sellin' the clips, yeah everyday its a trip
While we over here smokin' and you knowin its dip
You can wet it and blaze it if you think you can fade it
And invade it, we got the whole hood regulated
So you better stay shady 'cause I'm heavily heated
Got that ass in a scope no ho's, they get deleted
Off the face of the earth, drop 'em straight in the dirt
And give up three more cheers while I'm puttin in work
I be the hardest
Hook
Verse 3:
In broad daylight shootouts, sad and looped out
Fools run for cover when they knowin' my troops out
So don't get drew out, 'cause brains get blew out
A G's life is like three strikes and then you out
See through out the maze and daze, you stay spicious
And wicked with the biggest trigga hittin' in your britches
To get ya, gettin' hot you can't take the heat
Gone soft, doze off and go straight to sleep
Play the game for keeps 'cause the stakes is deep
One false move cost fools pain and grief
Tyin' to claim the streets, while only strong survive
You put your goals aside, pick up your chrome and ride
Fuck thinkin' that this bangin' was for playin' a joke
It's them same niggas I been layin' in smoke, loc
I make 'em think they been payin' their dues
That's why I be the hardest regardless fools
Hook
fades to end
I usually take off first and ask questions never
Because the west is where the eastside rides forever
Clever as they get, miss me with that shit
Now you can bring that shit and get your lip and wig split
Keep a heat on my hip, twenty one in the clip
'Cause I bang with that Gang and the Dogg Pound clique
A zaniac, a maniac with platinum stats
Stayin' hungry as a wolf so I travel in packs
In my Nikes and Chucks, no shelltop Adidas
Just a t-shirt, khakis, and an automatic heater
Take it to the extreme, representin' to the max
Bust a slug in they tail just from eye contact
Gang affiliated tats across my arms and back
Finger tips, chest, wrist, my neck and knee caps
Peep facts, disease back to seize the juice
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools
Hook:
Twenty first street (first street) where it all started
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools (repat 1x)
Twenty first street (first street) where it all started
'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools (repeat 1x)
Verse 2:
I keep it bangin' in the V12, we hustle for fame
Still related with the gang Tracy Davis aint change
I'm downer than most, in any city or coast
I pour it out for the homies before any toast
It's a gangsta party loc's, so you see we're striclty riders
Long Beach to the fullest nothing couldn't come divide us
No city rips young killers with chips
Packin' macks and uzis on the side of their hips
Where they sellin' the clips, yeah everyday its a trip
While we over here smokin' and you knowin its dip
You can wet it and blaze it if you think you can fade it
And invade it, we got the whole hood regulated
So you better stay shady 'cause I'm heavily heated
Got that ass in a scope no ho's, they get deleted
Off the face of the earth, drop 'em straight in the dirt
And give up three more cheers while I'm puttin in work
I be the hardest
Hook
Verse 3:
In broad daylight shootouts, sad and looped out
Fools run for cover when they knowin' my troops out
So don't get drew out, 'cause brains get blew out
A G's life is like three strikes and then you out
See through out the maze and daze, you stay spicious
And wicked with the biggest trigga hittin' in your britches
To get ya, gettin' hot you can't take the heat
Gone soft, doze off and go straight to sleep
Play the game for keeps 'cause the stakes is deep
One false move cost fools pain and grief
Tyin' to claim the streets, while only strong survive
You put your goals aside, pick up your chrome and ride
Fuck thinkin' that this bangin' was for playin' a joke
It's them same niggas I been layin' in smoke, loc
I make 'em think they been payin' their dues
That's why I be the hardest regardless fools
Hook
fades to end
this is for them right pocket ryders
Ay what up Loc? Hey where you from homeboy?
Kelly Park Compton Crip
Ay well nigga this blood nigga! (BOOM BOOM BOOM - BOOM)
[RED RAG]
How could a Crab go up against a Dog?
Dogs got paws and fag Crabs got claws
Picture no B-Dog niggas like bitches
And I'm that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches
Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse
The hog rock bottoms where the M gang hang out nigga
Nick nack paddy whack give a Crab a bone
Don't give a shit 'bout a funeral home
Yeah I just love it when an E-Ricket falls
Fool, that's the life of a B-Dog
[DOGG]
Downin' a Crab like a bottle of C-B
Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z
Throwin' up the C what the fuck you sign!?
Puffin' on a blunt goin' outta my mind
The O-G Dog is rollin' Rickets like a Cutlass
I'll put one in your ass
And leave your body butless
Welcome to the C-K rag set
Showin' a Crab like Awol no pity
No skilled bitch soundin' like Dr. Seus
A-W-O-L a wolf on the loose
Should've been a B-Dog
[C-K]
Should've been a B-Dog, punk this is Piru
Fucks Smelly Marks*, Nappy Heads**, Long Bitch*** and Tragniew
Here I go again about to straight dis
I got my plate all fixed for some Eggs Toast and Grits***
Bitch-made nigga now you know who I am
Slammin' Rickets on their back but my name ain't Van Damme
I'm jinxin' muthafuckas like a gypsy
And if you want me
Then you're gonna have to come and get me
Hit me up or I'ma smoke you with my C-K gat
You should've been a B-Dog bitch and it's like that
[REDRUM 781]
Niggas is haulin' me off and it's a holocaust
Comin' down automatic gun sounds terrorize the whole town
Niggas don't suspect that I'ma hit 'em with some hot lead
Unloadin' my shit, makin' sure that they're all dead
Wearin' my color, representin' the Blood gang
I can take a Crab and turn him into a blood stain
The voices in my head tryin their best to command me
They claim that I'm insane cause they don't understand me
Lil' Stretch comin' in with a roll call
And fuck all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog
[LIL' STRETCH]
Now I can start off fast, or I can start off slow
But the real gangstas know which way I should go
Well now the HUNTERS is deep - and ya know that's right
O-G's from the 4, the homie Tee & 1/2pint
Small as a muthafucka, ain't takin' no shit
And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick
C-K Bone from the duece, Chill Will from the FOUR
Lil' Stretch and P-Dogg from the FIVE ain't no joke
The HUNTERS in town and we bringin' the noise
Along with the HACIENDA VILLAGE BOYS
But now it's time for me to talk about the killas
??? but can't forget about the MILLERS
B-S-P, I-G and the DENVER LANES
H 2-0's, SCOTTS DALE and the EAST PAIN
LUEDERS PARK and A-P is comin' right is at
Show you where it's at, the H-P's and the KABBAGE PATCH
B-B-P, B-S-V, a HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE
Can't forget about the PIRUS on the West Side
M-S-B, Q-S-B and the V-N-G's
FRUIT TOWN BRIMS, LIME HOODS and the ELM STREET
C-P-P, H-P-G and the ATHENS PARK
Mel through the JUNGLES won't make it if it's after dark
V-T-P, FIVE DEUCES and the FRUIT TOWN
Walk through HARVARD PARK and you might get beat down
WEIRDOS BLOODS, C-M-G's and the TREE TOP
EAST SIDE PUEBLO niggas and the CEDAR BLOCK
Lil' Stretch Dog has finished with the roll call
And fuck all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog
Yeah, ah yeah
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* Smelly Marks = dis for Kelly Park Compton Crips
** Nappy Heads = dis for NeighborHood Crips
*** Long Bitch = dis for Long Beach
**** Egg Toast and Grits = dis for Eight Trey Gangster Crips
B-S-P = Blood Stone Pirus, I-G = Inglewood (Family) Gang
H-2-O = Water Front Piru, A-P = Avenue Pirus
H-P = Hawthorne Pirus, B-B-P = Butler Block Pirus
B-S-V = Blood Stone Villians, HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE = 135 Piru
M-S-B = Mad Swan Bloods, Q-S-B = Queen Street Bloods
V-N-G = Van Ness Gangsta Blood, C-P-P = Campanella Park Pirus
H-P-G = Hawthorne Piru Gang, V-T-P = Village Town Pirus
C-M-B = Crenshaw Mafia Bloods
Ay what up Loc? Hey where you from homeboy?
Kelly Park Compton Crip
Ay well nigga this blood nigga! (BOOM BOOM BOOM - BOOM)
[RED RAG]
How could a Crab go up against a Dog?
Dogs got paws and fag Crabs got claws
Picture no B-Dog niggas like bitches
And I'm that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches
Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse
The hog rock bottoms where the M gang hang out nigga
Nick nack paddy whack give a Crab a bone
Don't give a shit 'bout a funeral home
Yeah I just love it when an E-Ricket falls
Fool, that's the life of a B-Dog
[DOGG]
Downin' a Crab like a bottle of C-B
Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z
Throwin' up the C what the fuck you sign!?
Puffin' on a blunt goin' outta my mind
The O-G Dog is rollin' Rickets like a Cutlass
I'll put one in your ass
And leave your body butless
Welcome to the C-K rag set
Showin' a Crab like Awol no pity
No skilled bitch soundin' like Dr. Seus
A-W-O-L a wolf on the loose
Should've been a B-Dog
[C-K]
Should've been a B-Dog, punk this is Piru
Fucks Smelly Marks*, Nappy Heads**, Long Bitch*** and Tragniew
Here I go again about to straight dis
I got my plate all fixed for some Eggs Toast and Grits***
Bitch-made nigga now you know who I am
Slammin' Rickets on their back but my name ain't Van Damme
I'm jinxin' muthafuckas like a gypsy
And if you want me
Then you're gonna have to come and get me
Hit me up or I'ma smoke you with my C-K gat
You should've been a B-Dog bitch and it's like that
[REDRUM 781]
Niggas is haulin' me off and it's a holocaust
Comin' down automatic gun sounds terrorize the whole town
Niggas don't suspect that I'ma hit 'em with some hot lead
Unloadin' my shit, makin' sure that they're all dead
Wearin' my color, representin' the Blood gang
I can take a Crab and turn him into a blood stain
The voices in my head tryin their best to command me
They claim that I'm insane cause they don't understand me
Lil' Stretch comin' in with a roll call
And fuck all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog
[LIL' STRETCH]
Now I can start off fast, or I can start off slow
But the real gangstas know which way I should go
Well now the HUNTERS is deep - and ya know that's right
O-G's from the 4, the homie Tee & 1/2pint
Small as a muthafucka, ain't takin' no shit
And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick
C-K Bone from the duece, Chill Will from the FOUR
Lil' Stretch and P-Dogg from the FIVE ain't no joke
The HUNTERS in town and we bringin' the noise
Along with the HACIENDA VILLAGE BOYS
But now it's time for me to talk about the killas
??? but can't forget about the MILLERS
B-S-P, I-G and the DENVER LANES
H 2-0's, SCOTTS DALE and the EAST PAIN
LUEDERS PARK and A-P is comin' right is at
Show you where it's at, the H-P's and the KABBAGE PATCH
B-B-P, B-S-V, a HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE
Can't forget about the PIRUS on the West Side
M-S-B, Q-S-B and the V-N-G's
FRUIT TOWN BRIMS, LIME HOODS and the ELM STREET
C-P-P, H-P-G and the ATHENS PARK
Mel through the JUNGLES won't make it if it's after dark
V-T-P, FIVE DEUCES and the FRUIT TOWN
Walk through HARVARD PARK and you might get beat down
WEIRDOS BLOODS, C-M-G's and the TREE TOP
EAST SIDE PUEBLO niggas and the CEDAR BLOCK
Lil' Stretch Dog has finished with the roll call
And fuck all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog
Yeah, ah yeah
---
* Smelly Marks = dis for Kelly Park Compton Crips
** Nappy Heads = dis for NeighborHood Crips
*** Long Bitch = dis for Long Beach
**** Egg Toast and Grits = dis for Eight Trey Gangster Crips
B-S-P = Blood Stone Pirus, I-G = Inglewood (Family) Gang
H-2-O = Water Front Piru, A-P = Avenue Pirus
H-P = Hawthorne Pirus, B-B-P = Butler Block Pirus
B-S-V = Blood Stone Villians, HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE = 135 Piru
M-S-B = Mad Swan Bloods, Q-S-B = Queen Street Bloods
V-N-G = Van Ness Gangsta Blood, C-P-P = Campanella Park Pirus
H-P-G = Hawthorne Piru Gang, V-T-P = Village Town Pirus
C-M-B = Crenshaw Mafia Bloods
just a general search in yahoo i.e- crip pics- piru pics, yeah I been in the brook hoppin out the motherfuckin lac and Im dickied up pants saggin down my fuckin leg you know no one saggs like fatt regg oh shit that aint me, I been there a few times once with rikk, and once with shannon-bo, and bossman hogg
Yo doggs, this is part of the reason that east-trippin thread was moved, niggas gotta stop high-jaccin threads and taking it wayyyyyy off subject, I know it's like that sometimes, but if they trippin on moving threads because of that? there's gonna be a whole lot of moved threads, but NEway, I'm still waitin 4 a 5/9 south side nigga 2 step up, they need 2 have a meetin and change that shit, shit look and sound funny, 5-9 is 59th st in L.A. that started out as brims before the hoovers shut their shit down, I think them niggas should just be southside brims and keep it pushin like that. also what's the deal with Compton piru niggas wearing and reppin burgandy?
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blood 50 invited me to this function.i was like bool i'm active.get's to the function way out in orange bounty blood.it's my everyday ritual to be flamed up.nigga i gott my hopp along ru redd rag,nigga my p hat, you know really banged out.heated fo dem hating ass bitche's.walk's up into the yard nigga the grill was blazin.nigga everybody was boo booed up.i was like 50 bummeer blood.you know that's the homie i get at'm like that.i was like blood why everybody gotta have on blue.the nigga said this is family go grab a bitch and gett active.i was like alright blood fuck it.went over to this bitch.started getting at her proper like slipping her some that pimp ass date rape.she was bout to break me off some head til 50 came and said.homey that's the homeboy o.g. c style's mother.i was like blood you bullshitting.he said forreal homie.i was like damn that bitch gotta nigga horny blood.let me take her to the carr then.he was like let her leave first.i said bool as soon as 50 walked away boss hogg song came on.i grab's the bitch take her to the dance floor.nigga i'm grabbing ass and uury thing.the song's go's off i tell baby to meet me by the carr.this crab ass nigga walk's up trying to explain wit a blue grill in his mouth.i said blood! the homie already told me what's poppin.he said blood!nigga you know what it is i'm rippin.i told him bick back blood or you'll suffer.50 ran over and said homie we ain't banging today we doing the family thing.me and blood looked at eachother evil and walked off.i went to the front.baby was on the hood of my ride wit her legg's spread open showing all pussie nigga.so i slide's up started rubbing my dick on that fat pussie.next thing you know this nigga came out yelling mom! mom!she said what berthalomew?he said why you all up on that nigga like that?she said it's obvious i'm feeling that nigga.he said fuzz you gotta bounce.i said nigga you gone have to find another appropiate way to address me. befuz all that fuzz shit ain't bool wit me blood.that nigga said fuck you fuzz!i said fuck you blood!his mom's was like baby let me call you later.i said that's bool.i hopp's in the bucket mashing eek-a-mouse and mashe's off.park's up the street around the corner.a half and hour later here bome's this bitch ass nigga.bumping some( i'm talking rip shit)by the east sidah's.this nigga was tossing rip shit in the air and uury thing.i let that nigga gett a block and a half away.he never even bee'd me.boom! i mashed up on him like get the fuck out the barr blood!turn the mutha fuckin barr off and gett the fuck out!whuddup now bitch ass nigga.take yo mutha fuck'n klothe's off blood!every thing bitch ass nigga.lay yo mutha fuck'n ass on the ground blood!i took that nigga's shit, pissed all over his crab ass,then boned the fuck out,tossing a p and yelling skyline blood!
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