west coast bloods

Five poppin six droppin

Crip killer till my casket drop

Five alive and six must die

Rest in peace the OG tie

And the UBN some fake ass bitches

Cuz they fuck around with a 150 stitches

Real G's put a bullet in ya

run up on ya ask ya whats poppin

get it wrong and your ass be droppin

like a low rida on the west side

we hearin sirens but we dont hide

they roll right passed cuz thry know who we are

and the distance they keep is quite fuckin far