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damu ridas (bloods) - time is gone كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: o.g.]
bailin’ up out the east side, ready to go, hittin’ the door
n_ggas goin’ down and dropped off with them triple gold
thangs, but now a slopes ain’t givin’ a f_ck
about a copper tryin’ to stop us, sayin’ f_ck them hoes, we stacking ’em up
and to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player
n_ggas up in my city cluckin’ the most grip, we all into birds
and it’s worth to the n_ggas in my _ hood
that’s movin’ a motherf_ckin’ thangs doin’ real _ good
know y’all, what’s up boy, yo without love and tell it’s hard
all my n_ggas is comin’ up and gettin’ large
droppin’ the top and never to drop a motherf_ckin’ dime
homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time
the consequence as a real b_tch
but n_ggas should know what’s worth than your word
so you best to clock your f_ckin’ grip
n_ggas don’t wreck yourself but get your f_ckin’ grind on
go for the k!ll so you can chill ‘fore your f_ckin’ time’s gone, n_ggas

[verse 2: green eyez]
now i’m bailin’ down the four, n_gga, bhakis creased
then i laugh when i hear a crab _ hollerin’ about peace
n_gga must be brazy, that sh_t ain’t in my vocab
i put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
then head to the hospital, my job ain’t done
i want to bee his ass b_tch feet deep, and then some
leavin’ motherf_ckers in a big hole
went to scoop up young leak, pops and my n_gga dogg
pops lit up one of those fat_ass blunts
now i’m high as f_ck, n_gga, on the crab hunt
the first crab i bee, my mind goes hostile
i load the gun and put one in his nostrils
for disrespecting
i’m knowin’ for checkin’ a ricket
tryin’ to come to _ low key and bickin’
with this motherf_ckin’ dog hollerin’ “what’s up blood!?”
1_0_4 like i said, always draped in red
and if i hear you say “crab” then n_gga it’s on
and your ass’ll die _ before your time is gone
[verse 3: big wy & lil’ stretch]
now tell me who the f_ck’s next up on this mic?
c_k big wy finna punch out your f_ckin’ life
here comes the smasher, straight crab crusher
k!llin’ all rickets, baby mamas and crab lovers
well boy, f_ck all these n_ggas wearin’ all that flue sh_t
i f_ck up sh_t and i likes to k!ll f_ckin’ rips
we roll on them n_ggas if them n_ggas hangin’ out
roll up to them n_ggas blow they motherf_ckin’ brains out
buck his motherf_ckin’ brains, let these n_ggas know we ain’t bullsh_ttin’
empty yo clip and show these crabs who they’re f_ckin’ with
c_k ridin’, damu ridin’
motherf_ckin’ bounty hunters five line pridin’
now tell me motherf_ckin’ crab n_gga what’s stoppin’ ya?
the y.g. gangsta regulator crenshaw mafia
n_ggas better recognize some k!llers in your f_ckin’ face
n_ggas gettin’ slapped with the motherf_ckin’ tec, b_tch
i c_k all day, all the motherf_ckin’ time
it’s in my mind all the time, n_gga 1_0_9
c_k ridin’ is the motherf_ckin’ mission
k!llin’ all crabs, makin’ n_ggas come up missing
m and l, l and the m, all the sh_t is good
west side is the hood, neighborhood, call it inglewood
n_gga where i’m from? the motherf_ckin’ projects
where n_ggas get wrecked and they motherf_ckin’ chin checked
bust ’em in his motherf_ckin’ face, let these n_ggas know
you from the five and i’m from the 1_0_4
we shootin’ them motherf_ckin’ crabs everyday for fun and don’t forget
n_ggas been down every since motherf_ckin’ day one
i smoke bud! f_ck these n_ggas smokin’ loop
i [?] woop woop when i scream woop out the f_ckin’ coupe
i got them motherf_ckin’ bhakis and a t_shirt
black starter cap ready to put in work
the motherf_ckin’ w period to the f_ckin’ youngsta
i went to century and fig’ i’m ready to spray on you motherf_cker
n_gga i’m a soldier, holdin’ f_ckin’ boulders
n_ggas want to run up, you suckers, i told you
i thought you to the motherf_ckers know a n_gga told you
crenshaw and century and play on figueroa
so never forget when you’re f_ckin’ with these soldiers
big wy and lil’ stretch, n_gga, yes we (i) told you
[outro]
f_ck you punk_ass n_ggas, n_gga
big wy ain’t sayin’ bullsh_t, n_gga
see n_ggas better recognize
biiiaaatch!
west side m and the l
east side!
ballin’ on these n_gga
crenshaw mafia for life
regulatin’ n_ggas out n_gga
you know i don’t give a f_ck n_gga
i’m ready f_ckin up this sh_t
it’s on n_gga
yeah
it’s on n_gga

- damu ridas bloods

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