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letra de do you wanna roll to figueroa - damu ridas (bloods)

intro: b-brazy:

l gang, n-gga, in this mothaf-cka, doin’ this sh-t one more time, n-gga, gettin’ our ck ride on, n-gga, while you busta-ass lollies, gettin’ yo’ lolly-ass glide on, n-gga, it’s yg braze, n-gga, mr. peanut ii, n-gga, hoover k!lla, n-gga, wassup, laniak, n-gga, rice krispie k!lla too, n-gga, we finna do this sh-t like this, n-gga

verse 1: b-brazy:

to let you know this figueroa, it’s yg braze in the do’
with a big fat-ass joint and my arms around a hoe
see i’mma kick that gangsta sh-t so let me f-ck it up
but first fill my cup and, crease my khakis up
west up to all these b-tches, sw-ngin’ off my ridges
when they say “ooh, b-braze, can we hop in?”, i hit the switches
see but never will i pass i just, park it on the grass
leavin’ mo’ for ya hoe, now all these b-tches eatin’ ass
bee i hang with the lanes, run with the thugs
bust automatic slugs when it’s time to bust mugs
i’m too brazy, b-brazy not yo’ average mothaf-cka
i hang with the l gang, not no b-tch-made bustas
one time tryna catch me but they ain’t, caught me yet
here’s a hint i’m in my set, with my homies in my left
khaki suitin’ and swoopin’, enemies get rooped
and b-braze, brand new ’79 cut’ coupe

chorus: b-brazy & peanut ii:

do you wanna go?
l gang!
on figueroa
do what, n-gga?
kick it with the l gang, baby
let yo’ bhakis hizz-ang, n-gga
verse 2: b-brazy & peanut ii:

blood, i’mma start this sh-t off like a dlb dog
this 109 figueroa yg ease off
be, bickin’ back bein’ bool, bring be braze and (?)
a b-tch, a bigarette, i’m clownin’, blood, i’m ’bout to akt a fool
bowin’ down, (?) set trippers in the do’
woop woopin’ with the gang while the bhakis sag low
al kapone from the 106, b-tch, i’m still lanin’
and i’m bustin’ on the frames everytime i be out hangin’
and i ain’t know you didn’t think these b-dogs will let you down
why these busta-ass calves keep, tryna clean up
it’s that n-gga named braze, keep the hoes glazed
thumbin’ up the hennebby as i bail to the stage
yeah, it’s the rida gang
ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ joke
first crab n-gga low, first crab n-gga smoked
me and braze on the solo, watch they all sw-ng (biatch!)
you better just stop, sw-ngin’ off the lanes!

chorus

verse 3: b-brazy & peanut ii:

the last rice krispie i shot, snap, crackle, pop
hoochie coochies get mopped, bubblegums get dropped
my nose is runnin’ like a 60 snot, runnin’ down my lips
f-ck it, wipe it on my sweatshirt, just to diss the (?) dirt
dirty-ass b-tches can’t, ride in the coupe
compton crabs weren’t even comptonized, hoes is smoked up and on loop
i should whoop you crab n-ggas in the face!
peanut ii, ck ridin’, with my n-gga named braze
i’m a 9-2 k!lla, a 107 gang
ugly girls, nappy head k!lla, dlb, ck
watch the dopefiend, ayo, yo, ain’t cho
bg knocked off, big b-brazy the gangsta
a 109 real mack, with the strap, l hat
twisted to the back, shootin’ dice with laniak
keep it rollin’, woo woo, the l’s is in the air
at some b-tches that keep starin’ at the ygs with the long, long hair
like eight, mad moe, ck, keep flossin’
on them golden corners, yg monty in the bronx
houie louie i and ii, gangsta wheel, tweedy b
bad mike, ray dogg, just big lok and lil’ kreep
sunday nights you be titty hoppin’ in the f-ckin’ coupe with no roof
with my n-gga piece woody came rocked a few n-ggas
chorus x4

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