letra de colors - league of starz
[intro]
some of the crips and the bloods, two of la counties most vicious gangs
la police are getting their orders as they prepare for another -ssault on street gangs
let me just ask you this
yah. what is that? og on the blade, you know what i mean yah
often times a n-gga had to trip on bloods and crips bgs, yah league of starz yah, yah, yah
[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
gary n-gga, blowin’ doja, switched it over, west coast
used to meet my dope plug on 65th, figueroa
n-gga was an old school ivc, fred come flip these pies with me
livin’ that california dream, deliverin’ dope in that limousine
and a n-gga was like my pops out here
put me on when i dropped out here
“back home i know you vice lord but them red cars’ll get you popped out here”
i had an all burgundy monte carlo ss with the t tops out here
a lot of f-ck boys stay hatin’ that, but these la hoes on my jock out here
got a plug b-tch fresh out of inglewood, smoke real good
lit my doobie, gettin’ jamaican food
i’m off crenshaw but don’t trip though ’cause he a 6-0
and i can still move through st. andrews
with eight tray’s like it ain’t sh-t though
i know hoover n-ggas, i mean groover n-ggas that have been down for that kick-door
i ain’t f-ck ’round since i touched down on that westcoast with this sh-t
knowin’ a lot out of towners claim sets, i’d had seen death over for this sh-t
you might live today and get ate tomorrow, like leftovers and sh-t
b-tch, often times a n-gga had to trip on bloods and crips
[chorus: freddie gibbs]
color of my dollars stay proper, that’s what i claim, b-tch
mobbin’ in my old school impala, candy the frame, sh-t
n-ggas on that, “yo, where you from?” and, “yo, what you bang?” sh-t
often times a n-gga had to trip on bloods and crips
color of my dollars stay proper, that’s what i claim, b-tch
mobbin’ in my old school impala, candy the frame, sh-t
thugs, gang-bangers, and drug slangers i hang with
often times a n-gga took a trip with bloods and crips
[verse 2: g perico]
you must don’t know no better, boy, this sh-t is so aggressive
gang bangers pop out, that’s how we send a message
get up close and then you stretch from doin’ all that flexin’
one down, now we lookin’ for the next one
boy, i’m ballin’ and bangin’ from monte carlos to rangers
in your set, bang a b-tch with a car full of gangsters
it’s active out here, it ain’t just the summer
this sh-t be crackin’ all year, boy
and it be blood on blood, crip on crip
f-ckin’ with a n-gga that’s cut’ll get you chipped
them politics real from the streets to the pen
s-x, money, violence, that’s what make my world spin
if i gotta trip on anybody, for any problems
we gonna get anybody and keep gettin’ dollars
so, tell me do you bang, n-gga? what set you claim, n-gga?
it’s all the same once that 9 go bang
[chorus: freddie gibbs]
color of my dollars stay proper, that’s what i claim, b-tch
mobbin’ in my old school impala, candy the frame, sh-t
n-ggas on that, “yo, where you from?” and, “yo, what you bang?” sh-t
often times a n-gga had to trip on bloods and crips
color of my dollars stay proper, that’s what i claim, b-tch
mobbin’ in my old school impala, candy the frame, sh-t
thugs, gang-bangers, and drug slangers i hang with
often times a n-gga took a trip with bloods and crips
[verse 3: mozzy]
four finger bangin’, these n-ggas know i’m a gangster, ma
them cap guns prepare me for phonkin’, i like to thank you, ma
your baby boy a felon, these n-ggas been tryna spank me, ma
gotta catch a body, that’s how you climb up the rankings, ma
red rag, flame game, head-shot’ll paint the pavement
gang related state-of-mind, i refuse to make a statement
you ain’t hangin’, you ain’t bangin’, k!llers in my affidavit
tattoos on all they faces, résumé consist of yankin’
they cuttin’ from a different blanket, different quilt, different cloth
on the b, i got some kiways i could call to pick you off
free my brother from the clanker, keep your n-gga lit, it’s law
we got different point of views because of all the gangster sh-t i saw
[chorus: freddie gibbs]
color of my dollars stay proper, that’s what i claim, b-tch
mobbin’ in my old school impala, candy the frame, sh-t
n-ggas on that, “yo, where you from?” and, “yo, what you bang?” sh-t
often times a n-gga had to trip on bloods and crips
color of my dollars stay proper, that’s what i claim, b-tch
mobbin’ in my old school impala, candy the frame, sh-t
thugs, gang-bangers, and drug slangers i hang with
often times a n-gga took a trip with bloods and crips
[outro: interview]
i’m down for it because i’m a true n-gga, a true n-gga. i come from the heart
why? why be in a gang? what’s in it for you?
what’s in it?
i mean you get k!lled right?
yah
you mean some of your friends been k!lled?
yah. simple cause
what’s this simple cause?
being a n-gga. going down with the n-ggas. that’s how we feel
we die, it’s like we go k!ll one of them. — till one of them die, because they down for it, they had get took out. they come back and then its a feud till they don’t want no more. til everybody just drop it, but ain’t n0body gonna drop it
bloods and crips
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