[Intro]
Yeah
R.I.P my Gs
Santana block
Watts up, Compton
[Verse 1]
R.I.P to my G homie Turtle
Painted his name on the wall, that’s eternal
Lil Roy on the shirt, in the frame at your mama house
Ken Dogg in my thoughts when the drama out
C-LOC, Twin, I remember them days
Laughin’ on the curb, now I’m pourin’ out drank
Santana block on my back like a jersey
Every corner like a wake, this life do us dirty
Black rag, blue rag, purple for the grapes
Different colors, same hurt on our face
BANZ from the section, still echo in the streets
Every step that I take, it’s your name in my sneaks
[Chorus]
R.I.P to my Gs from the block
If you love somebody, better say it on the spot
Compton, Watts, yeah, I’m yellin’ from the top
They gone, but the hood don’t stop
R.I.P to my Gs from the block
Turtle, Lil Roy, Ken Dogg, we rock
C-LOC, Twin, Willi BANZ, never forgot
They gone, but the hood don’t stop (don’t stop)
[Verse 2]
BANZ Compton, BANZ Watts, that’s the roll call
Tattoo tears, I done cried for my road dogs
Rap crip, but this pain cut deeper
Whole gang in the church, but we still keep a heater
Mamas in black, candles on the pole
Another homie in the sky, another hole in my soul
Tryna smile for the kids when they ask where you at
All I got is old pics and your name on my cap
Black flag folded, blue flag hangin’
Purple in the cup for the ones we ain’t savin’
If I make it out, know I took y’all with me
Every stage, every city, that’s the whole hood with me
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