Damu Ridas (Bloods) & Lil’ Hawk (Bloods) & Peanut 2 & PIMP-D & B-Brazy
Damu Ridas (Bloods)
Damu Ridas (Bloods) & Lil’ Hawk (Bloods) & B-Brazy
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[B-BRAZY & LIL' HAWK]
Hm, hm, hm, hm!
Crabs biatch
Can't stop, won't stop
Mafia Lane Gang
[LIL' HAWK]
Now this is the moment that you all been waitin' for
A nigga like the 10-4 Mafiosos
Don't fuck up for nuthin', hit and break 'em all down
Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta and I'm not ?? of pound
[B-BRAZY]
Finally Braze kick a muthafuckin' verse
So bitch hold the fuck up and watch your fuckin' purse
'Cause I'm finna go CRAZY
It's me B-Brazy
Bumpin' all the ladies
[LIL' HAWK]
Now peep all game 'cause all game must get peeped
First nigga talk shit I'mma put his ass to sleep
4-7 K, nigga, it's the street sweeper
Don't trip, muthafuckas run deeper
[B-BRAZY]
Now B-dog walkin', talkin' Crabs in the streets
It's the Denver Lane Blood - Hun' and 9th Street
Crab niggas can't fade this, they can't fuck with this
This Y-G-B smokin' on some Hennessy
[LIL' HAWK]
Now as I hit the L block who in the fuck that I bee
With a red flag bhakis sag S to the P (Biatch)
My nigga had a sack, cup of 'gnac, that's my nigga
We don't give a fuck two Y-G-B Crab Killas
[B-BRAZY]
Shootin' dice, Big Tone and Big Gangsta Pro
On the Hun' and Ninth Street to Figueroa
The OG's doin' their way baller than the YG's
But we the young TYG nigga Fig' YG's
[LIL' HAWK]
I don't give a fuck, fill a nigga to the rim
Jumped in a Mustang with Mad Eyes to the Brim
We got a dub sack now we high than a muthafucka
Crenshaw Mafia, we don't fuck with no bustas
[B-BRAZY]
Set trip with Bloods through the L gang don't give a fuck
If you talkin' that shit, you might get fucked up
By the YGB's: Braze and K-P
Hun' and Ninth to Figueroa Street, biiiyaaaatch!
[LIL' HAWK]
One two motherfuckin' three (B-gang)
C-M-D-L-M-S-B
I don't give a fuck
B-S-B, and I gots to give it up to the I-F-G
[B-BRAZY]
Red hat
Red motherfuckin' strings
Ain't a damn thang changed, Mafia and these Lanes
Still doin' this shit for the 1-9-9-5
So fuckin' high, bitches know why
[LIL' HAWK]
Now I roll thru the streets of Inglewood in L.A
I be puttin' down everyday, every night, CK's
As I don't give a fuck, all Bloods go to heaven
4 menace, Crenshaw Mafia, C 1-8-7
[B-BRAZY]
Hit the dollars 'cause my homegirl Trey Dogg
Got a gang of hoes that wanna fuck us all
So we gon' hit the pound of muthafuckin' Jay Z
Me and the homie Twit, Mad Mo, Bee Mike...
[LIL' HAWK]
Now as I party on the west side, it's poppin' at 10 but
How many trick bitches goin' get in?
They wanna swing on my nuts 'cause it's the 3-1-8
Sayin' Lil' Hawk YG up in my face
[B-BRAZY]
It's like watch out for that tree!
It's the YGeee, Mr. B-Bra-to the-zee!
On the microphone like never before
Let you know about that Figueroa-Figueora
[LIL' HAWK]
Flexin'
Style is wild is just that's me
Ooh wee
The C-M the Y the G-B
Goddamn, I explode, I fuck shit up
I don't give a fuck, YG go nuts!
[B-BRAZY]
Now I can get
Ol' Dirty Bastard
It's me Braze-Daze that all
Bastard
From Figueroa to shot your car and bust the whole fuckin' window
I'm high off that motherfuckin' endo
[LIL' HAWK]
But I can get gummyyy
Like Wummy ??
You little dummyyyy
Gimme your moneyyy
It's kinda funnyyy but hold meee
Homieee, shit goddamn I get stupid
Inglewood, Denver, Nebraska and Saint Louis
[B-BRAZY]
Now, shoot the dice what they hittin' for?
I bet I hit 9th for motherfuckin' 10 and the 4
Now what you wanna do? I take that sucker bet
'Cause you's a sucker-ass bitch
You ain't Fig and jet
[LIL' HAWK]
But who the fuck we and guess who to fuck up?
We gave you a ten and you landed monkey nuts now
What the fuck your ass gon' do next
Don't even trip, nigga, you will get chin check
[B-BRAZY]
Straight jip you
Then I take you in
Cheat in your face then go and get your friends
'Cause I'ma bang to the boogie
Boogie to the bang
This is West Side Denver Lane Gang!
[LIL' HAWK]
I don't stand, can't stand motherfuckin' white people
But when I cash checks kinda make me feel like I'm equal
To they devil-ass but fuck them and the Crabs
I don't give a fuck, I just stab
[B-BRAZY]
It's that nigga from Figueroa Street
The rider, the gang
The CK, the rider, the motherfuckin' gang
The Lane, we doin' it the most
Fuck Boovers, fuck
Bubble Gums, fuck Cheese Toast
[LIL' HAWK]
That's motherfuckin' right especially you
Motherfuckas that be claimin' True Flue
Every fuckin' hood on that tape, nigga, fuck you niggas
I don't give a fuck, I'mma' kill ya, peel ya!
[B-BRAZY]
Y'all dirty-ass Crabs need to change your boo-boo back
Before
Because you Crab niggas look crazy of B-Dawg
Lookin' nice B'd up like the Sun
D-O-B-G'd up with my fuckin' gun...
Comin’ Straight from the Brain was written by B-Brazy & Lil’ Hawk (Bloods).
Comin’ Straight from the Brain was produced by Tweedy Bird Loc.
Damu Ridas (Bloods) released Comin’ Straight from the Brain on Tue Sep 26 1995.