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lirik lagu damu ridas - comin' straight from the brain

[b-brazy & lil’ hawk]
crabs b–tch
can’t stop, won’t stop
mafia lane gang

[lil’ hawk]
now this is the moment that you’ve been waitin’ for
a n-gg- like the 10-4 mafioso
don’t f-ck up for nuthin’, hit and break ’em down
crenshaw mafia gangsta and i’m not? of pound

[b-brazy]
finally braze kick a m-th-f-ckin’ verse
told b-tch: hold the f-ck up and watch your f-ckin’ purse
cause i’m finna go crazy
it’s me b-brazy
b-mpin’ all the ladies

[lil’ hawk]
now peep all game cause all game must get peeped
first n-gg- talk sh-t i’ma put his -ss to sleep
4-7 k n-gg- it’s the street slip
but i don’t trip m-th-f-cka? blood

[b-brazy]
now b-dog walkin’, talkin’ crabs in the streets
it’s the denver lane blood – hun’ and 9th street
crab n-gg-s can’t fade this and can’t f-ck with this
this y-g-b smokin’ on some hennessy

[lil’ hawk]
now as i hit the l block who in the f-ck that i be
with a red flag bhakis sag s to the p (b-tch)
my n-gg- had a sack, cup of ‘gnac, that’s my n-gg-
we don’t give a f-ck two y-g be crab killas

[b-brazy]
shootin’ dice, big tone and big gangsta pro
on the hun’ and ninth street to figueroa
the og’s doin’ their way baller than the yg’s
but we the young tyg n-gg- fig’ yg’s

[lil’ hawk]
i don’t give a f-ck, fill a n-gg- to the rim
jump in a mustang with mad eye to the brim
we got a dub-sack now we high than a m-th-f-cka
crenshaw mafia we don’t f-ck with no busta

[b-brazy]
set trip with bloods through the l gang don’t give a f-ck
if you talkin’ that sh-t you might get f-cked up
by the ygb’s: braze and k-p
hun’ and ninth to figueroa street biiiyaaaatch

[lil’ hawk]
one two motherf-ckin’ three (b-gang)
c-m-d-l-m-s-b
i don’t give a f-ck
b-s-b and i gots to give it up to the i-f-g

[b-brazy]
red hat
red motherf-ckin’ strings
ain’t a d-mn thang changed, mafia and these lanes
still doin’ this sh-t for the 1-9-9-5
so f-ckin’ high, b-tches know why

[lil’ hawk]
now i roll thru the streets of inglewood in l.a.
i be puttin’ down everyday, everynight c.k.
as i don’t give a f-ck, all bloods go to heaven
4 menace, crenshaw mafia is still 1-8-7

[b-brazy]
hit the dollars cause my homegirl trey dogg
got a gang of hoes that wanna f-ck us all
so we gon’ hit the pound of m-th-f-ckin’ jay z
me and the homie twit, mad mo, bee mike…

[lil’ hawk]
now as i party on the west side, it’s poppin’ at 10 but
how many trick b-tches gon’ get in?
they wanna swing on my nuts cause it’s the 3-1-8
sayin’ lil’ hawk yg up in my face

[b-brazy]
it’s like watch out for the tree
it’s the ygeee mr. b-bra-to the-zee
on the microphone like never before
let you know about the figueroa-figueora

[lil’ hawk]
flexin’
style is wild is just that’s me
ooh wee
the c-m the y the g-b
godd-mn, i explode, i f-ck sh-t up
i ain’t don’t give a f-ck yg’s go nuts

[b-brazy]
now i can get
ol’ dirty b-st-rd
it’s me braze-daze that all
b-st-rd
from figueroa and shot your car and bust the whole f-ckin’ window
i’m high off the motherf-ckin’ endo

[lil’ hawk]
but i can get gummyyy
like?
you little dummyyyy
gimme your moneyyy
it’s kinda funnyyy but hold meee
homieee, sh-t godd-mn i get stupid
inglewood denver and back to?

[b-brazy]
now, shoot the dice what they hittin’ for?
i bail, i hit 9th for motherf-ckin’ 10 and the 4
now what you wanna do? i take that sucker bet
cause you’s a sucker–ss b-tch
you ain’t fig and jet

[lil’ hawk]
but who the f-ck we and guess who to f-ck up?
we gank you at ten and you lay that monkey nuts now
what the f-ck your -ss gon’ do next
don’t even trip n-gg- you would get chin check

[b-brazy]
straight? you
then i take you in
chin in your face then go hittin’ your friends
cause i’m a bang to the boogie
boogie to the bang
this is west side denver lane gang

[lil’ hawk]
i don’t stand, can’t stand motherf-ckin’ y-b
but when i catch text kinda make me feel like i’m equal
to they devil–ss but f-ck them and the crab
i don’t give a f-ck i just stand

[b-brazy]
it’s that n-gg- from figueroa street
the rider, the gang
the c-k, the rider, the motherf-ckin’ gang
the lane, we doin’ at the most
f-ck boovers, f-ck
bubble gums, f-ck this hoe

[lil’ hawk]
that’s motherf-ckin’ right especially you
motherf-cka that be claimin’ true flue
every f-ckin’ hood on that tape n-gg- f-ck you n-gg-s
i don’t give a f-ck, got my? to y’all

[b-brazy]
y’all dirty–ss b-st-rd leave you? your boo-boo back
before
because you crab n-gg-s lookin’ crazy of b-dawg
lookin’ us b’d up like a son
d-o-b-g’d up with my f-ckin’ gun

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