Do You Wanna Roll to Figueroa

Intro: B-Brazy:

L gang, nigga, in this mothafucka, doin' this shit one more time, nigga, gettin' our CK ride on, nigga, while you busta-ass lollies, gettin' yo' lolly-ass glide on, nigga, it's YG Braze, nigga, Mr. Peanut II, nigga, Hoover Killa, nigga, wassup, Laniak, nigga, Rice Krispie Killa too, nigga, we finna do this shit like this, nigga

Verse 1: B-Brazy:

To let you know this Figueroa, it's YG Braze in the do'
With a big fat-ass joint and my arms around a hoe
See I'mma kick that gangsta shit so let me fuck it up
But first fill my cup and, crease my khakis up
West up to all these bitches, swangin' off my ridges
When they say "ooh, B-Braze, can we hop in?", I hit the switches
See but never will I pass I just, park it on the grass
Leavin' mo' for ya hoe, now all these bitches eatin' ass
Bee I hang with the Lanes, run with the thugs
Bust automatic slugs when it's time to bust mugs
I'm too brazy, B-Brazy not yo' average mothafucka
I hang with the L gang, not no bitch-made bustas
One time tryna catch me but they ain't, caught me yet
Here's a hint I'm in my set, with my homies in my left
Khaki suitin' and swoopin', enemies get rooped
And B-Braze, brand new '79 Cut' Coupe

Chorus: B-Brazy & Peanut II:

Do you wanna go?
L gang!
On Figueroa
Do what, nigga?
Kick it with the L gang, baby
Let yo' bhakis hizz-ang, nigga

Verse 2: B-Brazy & Peanut II:

Blood, I'mma start this shit off like a DLB dog
This 109 Figueroa YG ease off
Be, bickin' back bein' bool, bring be Braze and (?)
A bitch, a bigarette, I'm clownin', Blood, I'm 'bout to akt a fool
Bowin' down, (?) set trippers in the do'
Woop woopin' with the gang while the bhakis sag low
Al Kapone from the 106, bitch, I'm still Lanin'
And I'm bustin' on the Frames everytime I be out hangin'
And I ain't know you didn't think these B-dogs will let you down
Why these busta-ass calves keep, tryna clean up
It's that nigga named Braze, keep the hoes glazed
Thumbin' up the Hennebby as I bail to the stage
Yeah, it's the Rida gang
Ain't no mothafuckin' joke
First Crab nigga low, first Crab nigga smoked
Me and Braze on the solo, watch they all swang (Biatch!)
You better just stop, swangin' off the Lanes!

Chorus

Verse 3: B-Brazy & Peanut II:

The last Rice Krispie I shot, snap, crackle, pop
Hoochie coochies get mopped, bubblegums get dropped
My nose is runnin' like a 60 snot, runnin' down my lips
Fuck it, wipe it on my sweatshirt, just to diss the (?) dirt
Dirty-ass bitches can't, ride in the Coupe
Compton Crabs weren't even Comptonized, hoes is smoked up and on loop
I should whoop you Crab niggas in the face!
Peanut II, CK ridin', with my nigga named Braze
I'm a 9-2 Killa, a 107 gang
Ugly girls, Nappy Head Killa, DLB, CK
Watch the dopefiend, ayo, yo, ain't cho
BG knocked off, Big B-Brazy the gangsta
A 109 real mack, with the strap, L hat
Twisted to the back, shootin' dice with Laniak
Keep it rollin', WOO WOO, the L's is in the air
At some bitches that keep starin' at the YGs with the long, long hair
Like Eight, Mad Moe, CK, keep flossin'
On them golden corners, YG Monty in the Bronx
Houie Louie I and II, Gangsta Wheel, Tweedy B
Bad Mike, Ray Dogg, just Big Lok and Lil' Kreep
Sunday nights you be titty hoppin' in the fuckin' coupe with no roof
With my nigga Piece Woody came rocked a few niggas

Chorus x4