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dj efn - south west كلمات الأغنية

[intro: mc eiht]
g-yeah! g-yeah! who’s that in the buildin’? that n-gga eiht
g-yeah! g-yeah!

[verse 1: mc eiht]
another day, another dollar, my story to tell
another failed p-ss test, i’m back to jail
jail cells overcrowded with k!llers and thieves
put in work motherf-ckers, roll up your sleeves
a comp town representer i’m lettin’ em know
i keep it hood with a n-gga so hand me my dough
i don’t play when it comes to bread or the rap instead
then you k!ll a mu’f-cker, til his vocals dead
my, crazy hood overthrowin’ – shut up!
n-gga you see the pistol showin’
from the c.p.t. down with efn
between the beef and the peace loc line us then
the real and the fake couple lives could end
couple of stripper hoes where you sn-tch the sin
yeah! mo’ snaps, mo’ problem wit’ hoes
and a couple of jealous friends now turn to foes

[hook: samples]
“n-ggas from my motherf-ckin’ hood don’t play”
“a real -ss n-gga til the day i f-ckin’ die”
“always watchin’ my back, with my god d-mn gat”
“and n-ggas wanna know what’s the word”
“n-ggas from my motherf-ckin’ hood don’t play”
“a real -ss n-gga til the day i f-ckin’ die”
“always watchin’ my back, with my god d-mn gat”
“crazy!”

[verse 2: blu]
yo, uhh
i said whatever, i’m just tryna get better and better
i never dressed up in the dress for the cheddar, know how irreve’
c-ck back the beretta, blast at the fella for not havin’ it together
i write rappers to life, not to death bruh
it’s the mess that made you fed up with police
what they had up in you -ss in these efn’n streets
now i can ask if it’s bad where you stay but i already know
cats can blast these shots out all day, on the radio
grill face, eyes grilled, price got you skippin’ mils
dreamin’ of spendin’ mils with white girls like you got it made
take a ride in my brand new escalade
by the pipe, have the ride of your life, why you paid?
then it’s back to the thrill again
cali bear grisly pen grippin’ ends, while i’m writin’ to the winner
temptation say it’s just my imagination
racin’ but my race will be the same in the end

[verse 3: kam]
compton and watts, both of them schools raised me
school of hard knocks and the blocks so who’s crazy?
fool be fugazi on that paisley wood
never cease to amaze me but this crazy hood
sh-t it raised me good, good wit’ the money, hustlin’ weapons in hands
so when it comes to flexin’ muscle i ain’t steppin’ on no stand
testifyin’ about sh-t
so the same ones you runnin’ from i’m hangin’ out wit’
my fam gon’ eat, f-ck a empty plate
kam, dj efn, blu and mc eiht
only the streets can relate to the rhyme i state
people say crime don’t pay but we say time don’t waste
so just shine don’t hate, or hesitate to go get it
don’t be blind or leave your destiny and fate to no critic
you just p-ssed cause we sh-tted on yo’ throne
so tell em +crazy hood+ did it, on they own wit’ the war zone

[outro]
crazy!
crazy!
crazy!

- dj efn

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