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letra de on tha solo - lil' hawk (bloods)

intro:

– hey, hey, what up, cuz? haha, what up, cuh, ahahaha!
– wassup, n-gga?
– hey, cuz, what up, cuh? hey, hey, cuz!
– wassup, n-gga, yeah!
– wassup, n-gga?
– hey what up, cuh? cu-riip! ahh, get outta here, man, with yo mark-ass…
– man, see that sh-t
– open up the godd-mn window, man
– what’s going on?
– shut the f-ck up, blood! y’all n-ggas ready to die today?

now wait a minuuuute! yeah! lil’ hawk red ridin’ hood (woop, woop), n-gga, you don’t stop, ready to get out this n-gga huh? get f-cked up, it’s that g-ngb-ngin’ sh-t, fool, woop, haha, n-gga, i ain’t from africa, i’m from crenshaw mafia’s, n-gga

verse 1:

go against me if you want it, shame on you
real n-gga get it in, i’m from california
you can take a ride through the bity, i’m from the ‘wood
it don’t stop, it’s gon’ pop, just like it should
i keep a b-tch that be sw-ngin’ off the g-ngb-ng
where i’m from, the bloods is the main thang
g’d up, banged out in my cherry suede
and for the haters, you know a n-gga keep a thang
that’s how we do it in the bottoms, it ain’t nothin’
they threw a bag where i’m checkin’, a lotta n-ggas frontin’
now everybody wanna woop like they all official
i ain’t hatin’, i’m just sayin’ (?) out the pistol
i give a f-ck about the bristle, or the mods
nowadays they be puttin’ on anybody
and that’s a mothaf-ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus:

– what set you from?
– (?), crenshaw mafia, mothaf-ckas
– i ain’t from africa, i’m from crenshaw mafia!
– crenshaw mafia x3, mothaf-ckas

verse 2:

don’t get it twisted, n-gga, i’m true to this
hit the streets with this sh-t and make the whole world woop to this
you can say i’m in the zone, i’m about to mack
i never checkin’ for a b-tch, i’m ready to get the cash
i ain’t impressed with yo’ breast or yo’ big booty
go and slide me the bread, baby, you a shoody
too many suckas as it is, rookies on the p-ssy
i beat the mothaf-cka up just like a school bully
they never got this back in traffic, on the boulevard
strap on my lap for the n-ggas that be lookin’ hard
you never know, when you might, have to spit a round
i run into them other n-ggas and it’s goin’ down
i’m on point, on the block just somebody died
scary-ass n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, runnin’ to the cops
and that’s a mothaf-ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus

verse 3:

these mothaf-ckin’ women brazy, that’s on the b
she fell in love with a n-gga now she mad at me
i used to tell her just to bick it but she wouldn’t listen
i guess it’s also other b-tches used to have me trippin’
i kept my eyes on the prize, just looked straight ahead
caught up in this gang life, n-gga wear the color red
put a cap in a n-gga if he got twisted
the ambulance and the (?) paid a visit
you wanna know my background? it’s real play
woolworth elementary, that’s on the game
i went to google lil’ red, pooch, jamal and me
young mafia, sandboxin’, y’all in
lil’ hawk, i’m a rida, yeah, i’m trippin’
i f-ck this n-gga afterlife with his b-tch sleepin’
and that’s a mothaf-ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo

chorus

- lil hawk bloods

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