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bloods & crips (ii) - bang to the boogie كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i’m sayin’ if you a gangsta, huh, sell the ranch
grandma, grandpa, the chickens
everythang, if you goin’ out with bullets and gunsmoke
don’t just stop with yours, you understand me?
deal with, deal with it on that level
if that’s what you doing
if you not, get out the way, let somebody else that is
quit perpetrating

[verse 1]
my mind is slippin’, can i handle it?
these demons on my shoulder got me feelin’ scandalous
pull out the glock, blow off the dubs
mad as h-ll, ’bout to tear sh-t up
first victim was a busta in a camry
rollin’ with his b-tch, i see him a inch (?)
and terrors, live ?
lookin’ like they seein’ death in the mirror
if i get caught i’m might do 8 to 10
but life is a risk so i risk it
get off, i wonder why you slippin’ alone
give me them keys and the herringbone
it ain’t gotta be no bloodshed
but if you trip black, i’ma send your brain to your b-tch’ lap
now we both know what’s happenin’
you be the ?, i pull the jackin’

[chorus]
bang to the boogie, boogie to the bang
this is west coast fool, ’bout to let my nuts hang
triple clips in my coupe
so what you wanna do? i got my whole crew after you

[verse 2]
now we mentioned little bustas like you
punk trick -ss n-ggas in the mix homie, i thought you knew
about to fold ya, in my backpack
fool, i’m ’bout to press ya ? cap back
i keep servin’ and dippin’
in this ? on these, get off these muts
it’s crimealicious, big booty b-tches
oh my god, i can’t stop hittin’ them switches
mad child, the youngest from the game
this is west coast fool, ’bout to let my nuts hang

[chorus]
bang to the boogie, boogie to the bang
this is west coast fool, ’bout to let my nuts hang
triple clips in my coupe
so what you wanna do? i got my whole crew after you

[verse 3]
you n-ggas screaming peace, yeah hand me my sh-t
give me my locs and my skimask, and them extra clips
crime rules everything around me
fools got they spots in the concrete city, locked like frank nitty
i got my f-ckin’ eye on you
and for all my c-los and snipers in my crew
i be that mad n-gga puttin’ holes in your chest
bluetips, penetrate your bulletproof vest, huuh
what? you bustas wanna see me
bailin’ in my combat boots
thirty eyed and a beanie

[chorus]
bang to the boogie, boogie to the bang
this is west coast fool, ’bout to let my nuts hang
triple clips in my coupe
so what you wanna do? i got my whole crew after you

- bloods crips ii

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