[Verse 1: 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 bitch if you chit chat

The AK-47 put him on his back

Broke him down to his motherfuckin' mainframe

Dropped top forehead lookin' at that Slob's brain

I make a Slob break out in a sweat

'Cause I'm a Kelly gangsta AKA a walkin' threat

BG niggas do it the most, I got my AK

Ready and steady servin' Slobs problems, Loc

How in the fuck can I mix with a Inglewood?

I only got love for a third of my own hood

Killin' when I'm rollin' with my niggas

Not just any niggas but them killin' Slob niggas

Fuckin' with a Kelly Park Crip, man, 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 motherfuckin' Loc sayin' fuck all Dogs

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2: G-Bone]

Slobs better cicc cacc and pay afuckinattention

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

Strap on my lap all ready for the kizz-ocked

From Compton all to, the other side and makin' Slobs drop

Raise out the window, pull the trigga and I blast

Pump some of that lead in that Slob nigga ass

The nigga rolled over and I shot him in the fuckin' jaw

Hollow shells in my shit, blew his shit the fucked off

Mr. gang bang motherfucker boogie bitch

Slob nigga, don't slip 'cause I'mma cock the set trip

Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy nigga

Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip Gang member

I'm a straight motherfuckin' Brim murderer

Not a peace makin' nigga but a stone cold killa

A nigga called Bone that's a motherfuckin' hog

A Loc'd out Crip, BK, nigga, fuck a Dog

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cixx Pac]

Shiiiit

Now I'm a menace from the past kickin' Oo-lob ass

Toss a blue rag in their dice game and watch 'em catch whiplash

Damn, flood, who did it and I'mma bank him

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

See, I'm a soldier, thought I didn't told ya

And everytime you slip, I'mma peter roll ya

Snoops think they slick tryna creep through the park

But the nigga Cixx Pac ??? like tiger sharks

Then sniff a mack then roll 'em up like that bomb

And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam

Leavin' a killa dead bodies, nigga draped in red

But that's OK, a motherfucker look better dead

California Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger

Watts Franklin Crip OG gangbanger

A .44 mag to the dome when I take him home

Boom boom, on the corner another Slob is gone

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Troll Loc]

Look who you stuck with

A Kelly you don't wanna fuck with

So Slobs duck quick 'cause I'm fits to fuck up shit

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

Dead rags gettin' served tryin' to fuck 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, you's a dead motherfucker

So all Snoops better bang with precaution

Tuck your rags in, don't get killed tryin' to floss it

Sportin' that bullshit

Will get your card pulled quick

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

And

Another Die-Ru lies Restin' in Pieces

Put my gat to his mouth and made his bitch ass eat it

So when you see a BG

Drop down and pray

'Cause every motherfuckin' Dog is fits to have his day

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Big Freeze & Broncoe]

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 life

Do or die

And for death, MOTHERFUCKER

Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis

Can't floss on real boss so Watt's Up with your bitch, trick?

Down with the Franklin Fudge Front Crip murder skills, nigga

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

As I snatch the trigga of the TEC or AK

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 niggas get beat down

This is the life of a Loc'd out slanger

Active gangbanger that keeps one in the chamber

So hip hip a motherfuckin' ray

I'm soul takin', fuck peace, makin' every Dog will have his day

[Hook]