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letra de inglewood barz - lil' hawk (bloods)

intro:

woop! yessir! once again, you are now tuned in to the red rida show, and i’mma keep it real wit’ y’all mothaf-ckas, i feel like, it’s only two real n-ggas left in the game and i’m both of ’em, on my mama, n-gga, there’s only two thangs i would ever bee in this mothaf-ckin’ world, and that’s a ufo, and a b-tch i couldn’t bust

verse:

come woop with me, n-gga, i’m from the ing
bity of the b’s, and a few p’s (woop!)
i’mma spit it for my n-ggas that be keepin’ it g
only smoke two thangs, enemies and weed
yeah, you dumped out yo’ boy in my red stores
twist it up, light it up, now i’m high as morgues
these n-ggas know my mothaf-ckin’ flow is sick
you see it, you can feel it, real g sh-t
i stepped off the porch, p-ssed on the tree
red nose, on this hoes, runnin’ on the b
i ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ sucka, you can love her, i’m a f-cka
you can call me what you want, just don’t call me no busta
k!lla kali, what you know about laura sally?
heated up, on the block, t-shirt and bhakis
come on, my n-gga, you just talkin’, you don’t do the walkin’
you ain’t that n-gga b-brazy, you don’t be lil’ hawkin’
you ain’t from the streets, you ain’t ’bout what you talkin’ ’bout (stop)
i sh-t you not, shut the f-ck up and close yo’ mouth
these n-ggas like me that’s why this sh-t is f-cked up
it’s not me, to be broke so i’m comin’ up
there’s two numbers that i’m lovin’, that’s the 10 to the 4
with the whip, on the ‘shaw, cats you didn’t know
ain’t gotta twist it, my n-gga, the woopers ain’t a fake
get yo’ ass outta line, you right back in check (for real)
i ain’t gotta beef with women just some punk b-tches
playin’ games, just a shame, stupid dumb b-tches
i ain’t with you that be trickin’, find another victim
i’m only bool when i strap the d-ck up and hit ’em
i get it on with these hoes i’m supposed to
be a sucka for a b-tch, that’s what i won’t do
the b-tches sw-ng when they bee me in the red strangs
i keep a thang just in case i gotta blow some brains
don’t be playin’ when you bee me out or in the field
i don’t wanna k!ll you n-ggas but i really will
so do me a favor, don’t be foolish, man, these bullets hot
this sh-t is hot like the pen, ain’t no warning shots
if you bee me let me know that i done woop, woop
if you not you know the bidness, n-gga, screw you
i’m stakin’ on me because i’m green like an avocado
wassup, to them homies out in denver, colorado (woop)
mack and doe, asia b, my n-gga doe, what’s happenin’?
red pagez, upset, reggie’s that’s brackin’
from the bottoms to the holly’, it’s a gangsta party
i’m playin’ out (?) with them and i’mma catch a body (yeah!)
got him, you should’ve beefed with some other n-ggas
hop ’em, everytime i bee them busta n-ggas
but f-ck them n-ggas, lemme get back to this raw talent
to the smoke, phase my other name, i gots to have it
i’m a gangsta, i don’t have no love for a sucka
know a busta, know a b-tch-made mothaf-cka
so tell them punks that want it, they about to get it
talkin’ all that brazy sh-t and they ain’t even wit’ it
i’m from the bity where them b hands’ll hit you up (what’s happenin’, blood?)
now you laid out, the cmg’s lit you up
don’t let me set this mothaf-cka off just like that movie
bloods get to bustin’ off aks and uzis (d-mn)
that machine, you know i’m talkin’ ’bout
here i go again, takin’ out on bl–dy route (sh-t)
knocked out the door and turned it to a bl–dy housing (knock, knock)
i got this gas made out, with a bl–dy mouth
i got love for the west, east, north and south
worldwide damu ridin’, watch ’em runnin’ hot
real california n-gga sayin’ f-ck the haters
inglewood swamp waters, crocodiles and gators
i speak this sh-t for the streets, to these gangsta beats
without me the rap game would be incomplete
it was me and my n-ggas, on the frontline
bangin’ on the enemies and the one time (k!ll ’em)
but the game ain’t the same and now that sh-t done changed
mothaf-ckas walk around lookin’ really strange
b-tch n-ggas they don’t get no play in my sh-t (naw)
it’s that knock for the block, ride or die sh-t (fo’ real)
to you suckas lemme tell you ’bout this g-ngb-ng
where i’m from, the bloods in the same gang
i ain’t trippin’ off of fame, you can have that sh-t
just slide me the bread and the baddest b-tch (yeah)
go and tell them mothaf-ckas that a n-gga back
westside the best side everytime i rap
outro:

and naw i ain’t even pistol, n-gga, they say when you the best, you gotta get that (?) thing face to face, n-gga, i know i’m the mothaf-ckin’ best, inglewood, this my sh-t, woop, that n-gga lil’ hawk is the one

- lil hawk bloods

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