lirik lagu damu ridas ii (bloods) - young active brazy
[b-brazy]
it’s been cool since a n-gga didn’t bought a few straps (straps)
k!lled a couple crabs (crabs) – bust a couple raps (raps)
n-ggas been snitchin’ since the last l.p
n-ggas on the streets actin’ like they trusties
my grandpop said: “braze, you best to break that b-tch”
that’s why i flip the script and k!ll it with this gangsta sh-t
i heard y’all scared to hold the strap
y’all og’s mad
cause my homies bust caps
and come right back (woop woop)
hey f-ck it, don’t freeze up
bust it if you bee us
bhakis suit with the starch creased us
i’m used to the k-swiss
pendleton, bhakis, afro, golf hats with the (chome with the big fist) big fist
we the sh-t you ain’t heard (heard), off the thunderbird
with the red lips (lips), n-gga f-ck the ‘riffs
lil’ yak-a with the mini mac i heat ’em up
if they run: blaka-blaka!
heat ’em up
i don’t give a f-ck
braze from the gang, i’mma do it
where the heater at? let me shoot it
hair growin’ like samoans, me and t-man
used to roll a g man
strike it up with the big b-hand… (woop woop)
[scratches]
back the f-ck…
back the f-ck ‘fore i act the f-ck up…
[b-brazy]
most of all i gots to clown young hoes
diggin’ in they nose, swingin’ off the foes
b-tches see the vogues in the hundred spoke gold
bet they hit the club and start likin’ other hoes
it’s all good i like them ladies that be lockin’ baby
keep it real if you’re dikin’
i been pimpin’, used to roll a lemon
now i got the women all (ha!) lined up in my stable, (ha!)
all up on the turntable, tryna find a label
get out and bust, they gettin’ rushed on sight
brazy-daze behind the mic: kid dyn-o-mite (ha!)
who else can bust with the b-dawgs
i’m the n-gga with the hold it now
bump it, now you in the module, best to bang now
you got your time gotta bang now (bang now! right now!)
[scratches]
back the f-ck…
back the f-ck ‘fore i act the f-ck up…
[b-brazy]
you out the module but you p.c.’d up
red strings in your chucks but you ain’t gon’ bust
who to trust when it’s time to roll?
in a car, on a bike or on foot patrol
fresh on parole
but i bick it with the bangers, diamond rings on our fingers
damu ridas, b-tch you seen us
mnack-mnack
knock ’em out
mnack-mnack!
n-gga stomp ’em out
crabs can’t take the t-tle bout
i’m the n-gga in the hole since you got tossed up
cherry slugs, chip tooth and jaws wired up (wired up!)
[scratches]
back the f-ck…
back the f-ck ‘fore i act the f-ck up
[b-brazy]
belief we can go head up
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