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damu ridas (bloods) - is ya bang’n’ or what? كلمات الأغنية

intro: b_brazy:

what’s crackin’, blood, what’s crackin’, n_gga, i don’t give a f_ck, n_gga, we in this mothaf_cka, bangin’, hangin’, doin’ the same ol’ sh_t we always do, keepin’ this sh_ts real as a mothaf_cka, $1000 bill on the gold vogue, 5 hoochie (?) tough, you understand it’s me, it’s gangsta sh_t, i gives a f_ck about what’s goin’ on around me, i got to give day by day against my prey, n_gga, c mothaf_ckin’ k!

verse 1: b_brazy:

now who gon’ ride and who gon’ die and be a busta or a snitch
i’m the first to get that (?) before the ricket get stitches
it was, wayside first but now i’m miles around
locked down where the trustees bring you chow
we them n_ggas that’s deep with fat heat
bustin’ out the passenger seat (ha!)
shoot a boover from fig
from hеre on down the street, with the supеr scope
for the super locs that be twistin’ on ’em super duper hunnid gold spokes
if we bump heads, we pump lead
on our enemies givin’ up b while them (?) flee (uh)
fake mothaf_ckas that wanna brawl with the braze
two shot daringer, 10_9 danksta, i’m your dude
i can rap, scr_p, blast a n_gga, stab up fools
split a chicken, rob yo’ spot or n_gga run yo’ jewels
oh, you want the g_ngb_nger with the straight l finga?
yeah we hangin’ on figueroa, bustin’, pushin’, pickin’ wh0res
you know what they hittin’ for, we the bloods
aktive figueroa thugs, show me love
y’all, respect the heat so y’all can run when y’all beat it
watchin’ braze_a_daze forever, n_gga, dlb’n
chorus x2:

woop woop!
makin’ crabs run for they heat
woop woop!
chasin’ crabs across the street
woop woop!
n_gga is you bangin’ or what?
if you ain’t bangin’ with the bloods
we ain’t givin’ a f_ck!

verse 2: lil’ leak:

ain’t got no job so i hanged out, get banged out
n_ggas from my turf (woop woop), that’s on the same route
we smoke bud, drink 40s, say blood
we can’t quit it, i gots to admit it, i’m a thug
born and raised (huh), valley behaved, since a kid
did dirt when i was young and got worse now when i got, big and strong
now it’s on, i’m sippin’ hennessy
and everyday i get drunk and go blast a enemy
in all black, with the strap, lookin’ for a pack
and n_ggas fakin’ it so i can twist they wig back
and i hope that them po_po’s don’t roll
but if they do i’m goin’ for mines, i just got off parole
and i ain’t tryna hit the pen again, stuck with a gang o’ men
i love to f_ck hoes, smoke weed and drink hen’
don’t hate me because i’m trife
but if you do, then f_ck you and yo’ mouth
a day in the life of a gangsta
chorus x2

verse 3: green eyez:

i got flows for days, i bust ck’s
green eyez got it poppin’ from inglewood, watts to the j’s
as i bells through the woods in my berry red chucks (uhuh)
i just don’t give a f_ck, we be yg’s goin’ nutz (ah)
got n_ggas on my ass, flue wearin’ rags wanna k!ll me
but in these last days only god can feel me
’cause he knows i stays strapped with a tec_9 on my lap
and for every crab i k!ll ain’t gon’ bring shaky back
but i’mma keep on ridin’ ’til i rest in dirt
i’mma keep on westsidin’, straight puttin’ in work
even my girl sound too brazy for my own kind
and where there be: the blood (?) you on the mainline
i’m gon’ bang family gang to the mothaf_ckin’ end (woop)
and just to stay calm i stay goin’ off that gin
i sense blood, ’cause it’s in my nation
and when you a real rider crab n_ggas gon’ hate you
but you know i ain’t trippin’, i gots to stay sippin’
in my off burgundy (?) it’s on the ‘shaw, straight dippin’
through inglewood 9_deuce, we be soldiers for life
and when i die, n_gga, i’m gon’ die with stripes

chorus

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