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lil' hawk (bloods) - red rida كلمات الأغنية

_ if you want respect, you gotta earn it
_ you d_mn right, you gotta be ready to go down, and stand up and die for that sh_t like blizzard did, you gotta sn_tch them collars and let them mothaf_ckas know, you there to take, them, out, anytime, you feel like it! you gotta get the ground beneath your feet, potna, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to, otherwise, you ain’t sh_t, you might as well be dead your d_mn self!
_ you tryna tell me i ain’t sh_t?
_ i ain’t tryna tell you sh_t, i tell yo’ mama you ain’t sh_t!
_ tell me, man, what we fightin’ for?
_ oh little n_gga, you ready to die?

chorus

woop, lil’ hawk the red rida! x2
westside, inglewood! x2

verse 1:

now gimme a beat, so i can hit the streets with heat
turn it up on these n_ggas, the first then my sh_t released
inglewoopin’ our back, the hardest n_gga out the bity
take your pic, i can smoke it, like a zag or a philly
it really don’t matter, you think you bad but i’m badder
real woop, in the booth, i speak the truth
you n_ggas rappers got a spot in the cut
the perfect fit for a sucka
you’re 5’11” but (?) you’re 60’d up
go do the mathematics, add it up and get some trackin’
somebody blaze the weed, that’s on the b, i gots to have it
i think i mix with cheech and chong jamaicans and the enemies
smoke so much, i think i spent about a million
i don’t give a f_ck about you too or your cl!ck, n_gga
i’m from the mothaf_ckin’ gang and we thick, n_gga
matter fact, you can go and ask your b_tch, n_gga
and i’mma f_ck her next time she on my d_ck, n_gga
chorus:

lil’ hawk the red rida! x4
westside, inglewood! x4

verse 2:

i’m from the era of the terror, who can do it better (n0body)
i go bangin’ on these n_ggas with the second letter (woop)
and tell that b_tch i ain’t gon’ sweat her, that she was nothin’
i don’t love her, i’m only like it when a n_gga f_ckin’ (yep)
red ridin’ through the hood and i’m so familiar
just show me where the money and i’mma go and get it
yeah, i banged on wax but it was really real
loose paris ’88, and benny hill
i can wait in the cut to put the woop on it
fly through the sky, look down then i swoop on it
i’m that inglewood n_gga, that they all remember
westside parkhill, the homies out in denver
born and raised in these streets so i’m standin’ real
i wish i would give a f_ck how a n_gga feel (right)
i’m from the bottoms of the ville, crenshaw and benji (yep)
mr. lane class way back in elementary

chorus:
lil’ hawk the red rida! x4
westside, inglewood! x4

verse 3:

it’s in my nature to get the paper, i’m a gangsta
my enemies b_tches, the mothaf_ckas, they some haters
now wassup with these n_ggas, that be lyin’ in the booth
they be rappin’ like they really but they know that’s not the truth
how the f_ck you a g, and you ain’t even in the hood
all you do is rap some bullsh_t, you thinkin’ that it’s good (aight)
y’all n_ggas keep it g’s, stand solid but they brothas if you ain’t doin’ that
’cause to me, you’s a busta
all i know for is vine, p_ssy trickin’ for the b_tches
n_gga, where yo’ gangsterism at? use them sissies
i can really f_ck you over, but now it’s not the time
you can fake how you want, but to stay yo’ ass in line
bigger picture, f_ck that n_gga, got a whole ‘nother vision
these mothaf_ckas got me twisted now i’m on a mission
i’m ’bout to show ’em how a n_gga like me get it in
worldwide westside, n_gga, cms

chorus:

lil’ hawk the red rida! x4
westside, inglewood! x4
outro:

it’s a mothaf_ckin’ ‘nother one x8
these n_ggas ’bout to be sick

- lil hawk bloods

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