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damu ridas (bloods) - damu ride (clean version) كلمات الأغنية

chorus: b_brazy:

let’s get high, trick
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

verse 1: b_brazy:

hey, i’m about to come with that flow that stupid, i don’t smoke loop, trick
just pure marijuana
a o.g. behind us lookin’ for don juanas
so i can light ’em up like a philly blunt o’ ganja
_ braze, whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
trick, i’m gonna (_) me some crabs
_ now what do you consider crabs?
_ (_) with flue rags
now let the crab k!llin’, trick k!llin’, braze hit the stage
grab the mic and all the hoochie coochie start to get glazed
what’s hatt’nin’, blood, it’s the lane, grape crab k!lla gang
bhakis hang like it’s the thang, blood
see, i’m rollin’ with the k!llas, fool, the mafia denvers
couple of the blood gangs and them ridas on thangs
cold_blooded like bick, trick, gots to stay rich
figueroa rida gang, tramp, the street and the cl!ck
chorus

verse 2: tip toe:

now as i damu ride through the wicked westside
you know that i’m high, hit the switch, watch us fly
old trickin’ up the b, and y’all drinks can i see?
k_toe from cmg, pass the joint to e_y_e

verse 3: o.g. mad eye:

uhh, fresh in the (?) jumpin’ in my lo_lo
feel this coochie world so we can get some indo
straight clownin’ in the buckets, on this golden chrome
jamaican indo got a gangsta in the zone

chorus

verse 4: b_brazy:

i need a shiny gold tooth
to match the naughty daytons in the coupe
_ brazy ballin’ now!
now ain’t that the truth
wash her up, charge her up or shoot your boggie for the riches
sunday night you be everything, cuttin’ on switches
it is about, who’s flossin’ the most, and who’s tossin’ the most
and which damu rida keep hoppin’ the most
for the ones with half tops and brazy dukes
all tryna look cute, for this fool in the coupe
that be rollin’ 4 deep, red beanies in the ride
pancake at the light, zoop, raise the front higher
just left the denver lanes we caravannin’ to the bottoms
pulled over in crab hood, blood, the one time’s got ’em
yg’s bumped up but they just gave mad a ticket
so we, westside roll so we all can go and bick it
at the party in pasadena, the m & l’s came through
and a woop woop from 109, a woop woop from 104 in the house
chorus

verse 5: peanut ii:

peanut ii on them twisters
_ got ’em all sw_ngin’!
blood, i’m entertainin’
_ mafia lanin’
in the lex (?) bumpin’ them b_dog cuts
so when i hit you crabs up, fool, you better give it up
rollin’ with eight’s and brazy, hawk, yak’ and spyder
_ damus rule only roll with true ck riders!
stop beatin’ around the bush, denver lane on the plaque
and i’m feelin’ like a mack, twistin’ up a dub sack
e_bo and the lanes bee me hoppin’ like a foe
so i hit a few mo’, let ’em swing a little mo’
it’s the figueroa thugs, yg bloods
now lemme hit the hennebby so i can catch a buzz
while i’m slippin’ and slidin’, on the westside and
crossin’ out whoever ain’t damu ridin’

chorus

verse 6: lil’ hawk:

front and back, side to side, 4 deep in my ride
me and the cmg’s rollin’ through the westside
dipped than a busta, on d’s steady swervin’
down crenshaw if crabs trippin’ i’mma serve ’em
i’m not goin’ out like these other bustas
you even bleed, dog, and i’mma have to dump ya
punk ya, fill you to the brim like this
so many chicks wanna get with suki slim
but, i’m not tryna be the man but i can be the man
so i hope you tricks and rickets really understand
not to fool around, you gets clowned
either way it go, from the streets, either or the studios
and we don’t give a whaaat?
and bring it on if you think you got nuts
blood, you better know the time, you know i love my nine
tsoop, i relax your mind
chorus

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