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letra de on figa fuckin' roa - g" len (rapper)

[intro: g” len]
(on figueroa) x2
ahhh sh-t
get my black -ss up, see what’s crackin’ fo’ today

[verse 1: g” len]
woke up one mornin’, stretchin’ and yawnin’
staggered to the shower, hopped in for half a hour
jumped out, can’t be tacky, threw on my fresh khakis
grabbed my yaya, my yayo, the g’s about to bail
as i steps to the am, jumped in my bm
swooped the amb and bumped it to my homie g-m-o-n-t
(what’s up dog) we did the gangsta shake, connected l’s
we both had straps, plus i had some extra sh-lls
in the b-m w-e-s-t s-i-d-e
w-o-o, yeah n-gga
as we bails out the minimarket, i got a grip on my money
my homie g-mont who wooped some chips and a honey
done, now it’s time to shake the sp-izz-ot
jumped in the 9-5 and sheemed out the l-izz-ot
straight to my hood with no f-ckin’ hesitation
what’s my location? (on figueroa)

[chorus] x4
(the woop woop turf’s located) (on figueroa)
i’m on figue-f-cking-roa

[verse 2: g” len]
now i’m on my block, kickin’ back with my cliq
westside, woop woop, we straight luna-tics
real n-ggas, not phony
if you don’t know me, don’t bail upon me tryna act like tha homie, n-gga
cause you might get banked and um.. shanked and ganked and erra..
gangsta stomped and dumped (and dumped)
we make eyes cry, yg’s in the cut
waitin’ for a wise guy to try a driveby
i’m in the front, and sure he’s dead, get my serve on
so the ounce, time to bounce, get my swerve on
cause tonight somebody’s panties is droppin’
my homegirl tray is throwin’ a party and it’s gon’ be poppin’
so i put up the beamer and juiced up my ’66
so i can ball to tha party and pump me a b-tch
it’s on, it’s crackin’, so you know i’m a show
let me tell you where i f-cked the gal (on figueroa)

[chorus] x4
(the woop woop turf’s located) (on figueroa)
i’m on figue-f-cking-roa

[interlude]
ey, y’all n-ggas goin’ to the party?
ah yeah man, i already got my gear
n-gga i finna get any bottle of that

[verse 3: g” len]
i fell to the party, ten o’clock was the hour
drunk as f-ck and i’m sportin’ eddie bower
hoes sw-ngin’ off the g” len, d-s-x and g-nut in the cut
gettin’ toe off gin
g-red is g’d up, smokin’ weed up with mack
b-tches on my nuts, as i bail to the back, staggerin’
cause i’m drunk but my eyes is wide
’til my homie lynch from the 6 jacked me to the side
took my black -ss to another f-ckin’ world
i was coughin’ like a m-th-f-cka, d-mn near ?
off that skunk that he had, i thought it was chronic
but he called that sh-t crucial, that sh-t was bionic
i was on standstill, the crucial put me on pause
but it didn’t stop sh-t, cause hoes was still on my b-lls
so i took me a fine b-tch home for the night
jumped in my ’66 and made a right (on figueroa)

[chorus] x4
(the woop woop turf’s located) (on figueroa)
i’m on figue-f-cking-roa

- g len rapper

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