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lirik lagu damu ridas (bloods) - feel'n' ya man

intro: b~brazy:

you know all the way about to do this sh~t, straight the f~ck up, lace yo’ boots up, b~tch, let’s do this sh~t

verse 1: b~brazy:

it didn’t take long to make a mill
n~ggas buyin’ steels
starin’ in the grills with len, braze and l
i used to k!ll for red and blue
and thought about it best to k!ll for some paper, fool
i’m robbin’ n~ggas ’til my deal comes through (hah!)
gotta make it somehow, fool n~gga, i’m just like you
i’m in this b~tch where n0body guatd his pockets, fool, we all got heat
and can’t n0body thwart my life like me
ain’t that wise lettin’ five on the sideless job
b~tch, i’m keepin’ from the bucket to the limit, to the lessons, to the cross atlantic
i got a crack of gorgeous swimmin’ and they freeze
make at least nine g’s a week
if you hall? for sweets, d~mn i been lookin’ for ya boy
give the foolish starting war, with the figueroa
n~ggas all up bustin’ nuts if you in two~doors with g24s
twist the f~cker like f~ckin’ get on mine so you can get yours!

chorus: big wy:
huh, i’m feelin’ ya mane
haha, i’m feelin’ ya mane
i’m feelin’ ya mane (woop woop)
i’m feelin’ ya mane (i’m tellin’ ya) (x5)

verse 2: g~len:

huh, it’s about 9:30
i’m feelin’ kinda flirty in my fresh red bhakis size 30, 8 purdy
g’d up, smoking weed up
bailin’ with no jewelry out the gate, off that 8
and i’m smellin’ like a groupie off that dodo
hoes try and sneak and take my photo
there go my dawg bolo, rollin’ in the ford 0 suburban
swervin’, movin’ woop woop one time drag this coupe at the hide behind the coupe ’cause i’m strapped
and i’m lookin’ like a jack
eyes tight, black and white, thank the right, at the light
now i’m, on my toes, mobbin’ with my banana
try to sweat you get dealt, i peel caps like bananas
i’m illegal, i let the .44 mag
hit the path now i’m rollin’ with the .45 desert eagle
i’m shootin’ hits like lotto
toed back off that gold? bottle, i’m a gangsta b~tch, f~ck a role model!

chorus
verse 3: b~brazy:

brazy k!llin’ with some gangsta sh~t
split yo’ lip, the 45th with the extra clip (woo woo!)
check yourself, green eyez and b.g. (mnack mnack mnack!)
fool you sleep now, hit yo’ pockets now!
n~ggas wonder how a first time offence gets stressed like a mile, and still on trial! (uhuh)
the whole world love this gangsta sh~t
hit the twin towers find a gangsta b~tch (woo woo!)
don’t switch it y’all n~ggas can’t kick it
but you crowd around the chronic soon as a n~gga lit it (haha)
you best to find the paperworks in the turf
can’t go nowhere near figueroa~worth
oh, i’m all swole (yo), fresh out the hole (uh)
didn’t wanna cut the hair so they denied the parole
it’s all good i keep it crackin’ for the hood
from figueroa street to inglewood! haha!

chorus

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