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letra de nigga can't fuck with this - damu ridas (bloods)

[intro: b-brazy]
ladies and gentlemen
please give me a nice round of applause for ny nephew li’l hawk yg
bring your -ss out here blood
pull your pants up n-gga

[verse 1: lil’ hawk]
comin’ right back at you, blood it’s me
it’s that crab k!llin’ n-gga from the c.m.g.b
d.l. when i bail up this biggety biggety block
with my hand on my glock
ready to pop and watch these fools drop
i’m li’l hawk
from the crenshaw-motherf-ckin’-mafia
swoopin’ and woopin’ candy apple coupe and
hair full of ?p.t.?, black pumas, red stripes
black bhakis, red flag, takin’ off on the mic
i’m not snoop
but i’m quick to diggety dog your -ss
with my strap, ready to blast, n-gga f-ck all crabs
and um… i don’t give a f-ck you know
and 1-0-4 be the street where it’s at for sure
so many n-ggas representin’ the b and
when the funk gets jumpin’ all the crabs get to runnin’
but it ain’t no hide when i’m c.k. ridin’
slippin’ and slidin’ and we all west side
to the tick and the tock and the tock to the tick
on the b you crab n-ggas can’t f-ck with this (yeah!)

[hook]
hold up, stay off the nuts
crenshaw mafia n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
ooooweee, who could it be?
it’s that n-gga li’l hawk y-motherf-ckin’-geee

[verse 2: lil’ hawk]
now come take a ride with a n-gga like me
on the other side of town where the bloods put it down
steppin’ right every night, inglewood is where it’s at
with my dog s.p., b-braze and li’l yak
mad eye with the sack, cup of yack, that’s my g
homie from the hood and he rollin’ with me
till the wheels fall off yg li’l hawk
as i bails up the block with this limp in my walk
but since i talk that talk that be so way out
i’m about to blow a motherf-ckin’ crab’s brain out
lay him out in the street, a dead crab can’t snitch
and that’s what you get, you went out like a b-tch
should’ve been a b-dog, it was all to the good (woop! woop!)
but now i got to k!ll you cause you from the wrong hood
this is bloods b-tch, you better recognise
you will get f-cked up slippin’ on the west side (best side)
104 c.m.g. it don’t quit
i’m li’l hawkster from the mafia, you can’t f-ck with this (woop! woop!)

[hook]
hold up, stay off the nuts
crenshaw mafia n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
ooooweee, who could it be?
it’s that n-gga li’l hawk y-motherf-ckin’-geee

[verse 3: lil’ hawk]
true flue k!lla!
how the f-ck you figure
you f-cked around and got the wrong n-gga
come to take my motherf-ckin’ hood for a joke you’ll get smoked out
?pino? -ss biatch ain’t sh-t to let you know
and your shady–ss ?hole? motherf-cker to the roaster
you know you can’t f-ck with this bloodclot boy
handles my business
let my gat ?? and jerk
yg li’l hawk puttin’ in the most work
ahhoowww yaba-daba-doo
young g in this game n-gga fool i ain’t new to, don’t
trip, don’t slip, don’t enter the mafias
the homies from the hood will break you off somethin’ proper
i’mma roll with my n-ggas, i’mma ride with my n-ggas and
if i got to i’mma die with my n-ggas gettin’
high with my n-ggas, it’s just another day
in the crenshaw mafia gang c-motherf-cking-k
i can’t stop, i won’t stop, i refuse to quit
and you motherf-ckers know you can’t f-ck with this, biiatch!

[hook]
hold up, stay off the nuts
crenshaw mafia n-ggas don’t give a f-ck (yeah, yeah)
ooooweee, who could it be?
it’s that n-gga li’l hawk y-motherf-ckin’-geeeeeeeeee

[outro: b-brazy]
ah goddammit, goddammit..
turn that sh-t down now, that’s my nephew now
godd-mn turn that sh-t off goddammit
f-ck that got to pay due
put on some b.b. king or somethin’..
d-mn it true sh-t
it’s crazy pops
y motherf-ckin’ g
(that’s the homeboy g-bo…)
you know i’m sayin’ from crenshaw mafia
motherf-ckers..

- damu ridas bloods

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