Inglewood Barz

[Intro]:
Woop! Yessir! Once again, you are now tuned in to the Red Rida Show, and I'mma keep it real wit' y'all mothafuckas, I feel like, it's only two real niggas left in the game and I'm both of 'em, on my mama, nigga, there's only two thangs I ain't ever bee in this mothafuckin' world, and that's a UFO, and a bitch I couldn't bust

[Verse]:
Come woop with me, nigga, I'm from the ING (ING)
Bity of the B's, and a few P's (Woop!)
I be spittin' it for my niggas that be keepin' it G
Only smoke two thangs, enemies and weed
Yeah, you dumped out yo' boy in my red stars (In my red stars)
Twist it up, light it up, now I'm high as morgues (I'm high as morgues)
These niggas know my mothafuckin' flow is sick (My flow is sick)
You see it, you can feel it, real G shit (Real G shit)
I stepped off the porch, pissed on the tree
Red nose, on this hoes, runnin' on the B (On the B!)
I ain't no mothafuckin' sucka, you can love her, I'mma fuck her
You can call me what you want, just don't call me no busta
Killa Kali, what you know about Lauren Sally? (Lauren Sally?)
Heated up, on the block, T-shirt and bhakis
Come on, my nigga, you just talkin', you don't do the walkin' (You don't do the walkin')
You ain't that nigga B-Brazy, you don't be Lil' Hawk and
You ain't from the streets, you ain't 'bout what you talkin' 'bout (Stop)
I shit you not, shut the fuck up and close yo' mouth
These niggas like me that's why this shit is fucked up (It's fucked up)
It's not me, to be broke so I'm comin' up (I'm comin' up)
There's two numbers that I'm lovin', that's the 10 to the 4 (10 to the 4!)
With the whip, on the 'Shaw, case you didn't know (They know)
Ain't gotta twist it, my nigga, the woop is in effect (In effect)
Get yo' ass outta line, you right back in check (For real)
I ain't got no beef with women just some punk bitches (Punk bitches)
Playin' games, just a shame, stupid dumb bitches (Dumb bitches)
I ain't a nigga that be trickin', find another victim
I'm only bool when I strap the dick up and hit 'em
I get it on with these hoes I'm supposed to (I'm supposed to)
Be a sucka for a bitch, that's what I won't do (That's what I won't do)
The bitches swang when they bee me in the red strangs (In the red strangs)
I keep a thang just in case I gotta blow some brains
Don't be playin' when you bee me out or in the field
I don't wanna kill you niggas but I really will (I really will)
So do me a favor, don't be foolish, man, these bullets hot (Bullets hot)
This shit is hot like the pen, ain't no warning shots (Ain't no warning shots)
When you bee me let me know that I done woop, woop (Woop, woop!)
If you not you know the bidness, nigga, screw you (Screw you)
I'm stakin' on because I'm green like an avocado (Avocado)
Wassup to them homies out in Denver, Colorado (Woop)
Mack and Doe, Asia B, my nigga Doe, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
Red Pagez, W set, Reggie's that's brackin' (That's brackin')
From the Bottoms to the Holly', it's a gangsta party (Gangsta party)
I'm flamin' out (?) I'mma catch a body (Yeah!)
Got him, you should've beefed with some other niggas
Hop 'em, everytime I bee them busta niggas
But fuck them niggas, lemme get back to this raw talent (Raw talent)
To the smoke, Phase my other name, I gots to have it (Gots to have it)
I'm a gangsta, I don't have no love for a sucka (That's out)
Know a busta, know a bitch-made mothafucka
So tell them punks that want it, they about to get it
Talkin' all that brazy shit and they ain't even wit' it (You ain't even wit' it)
I'm from the bity where them B hands'll hit you up (What's happenin', Blood?)
Now you laid out, the CMG's lit you up (Lit you up)
Don't let me set this mothafucka off just like that movie (Like that movie)
Bloods get to bustin' off AKs and UZIs (Damn)
Yap machine and me, you know I'm talkin' 'bout
Here I go again, takin' out on bloody route (Shit)
Knocked at the door and turned it to a bloody housing (Knock, knock)
I got his ass made out, with a bloody mouth (Bloody mouth)
I got love for the West, East, North and South
Worldwide Damu Ridin', watch 'em runnin' hot
Real California nigga sayin' fuck the haters (Fuck the haters)
Inglewood swamp waters, crocodiles and gators
I speak this shit for the streets, to these gangsta beats (Gangsta beats)
Without me the rap game would be incomplete
It was me and my niggas, on the frontline (Frontline)
Bangin' on the enemies and the one time (I kill 'em)
But the game ain't the same and now that shit done changed (Shit done changed)
Mothafuckas walk around lookin' really strange
Bitch niggas they don't get no play in my shit (Naw)
It's that knock for the block, ride or die shit (Fo' real)
To you suckas lemme tell you 'bout this gangbang (Gangbang)
Where I'm from, the Bloods in the same gang (In the same gang)
I ain't trippin' off of fame, you can have that shit (Have that shit)
Just slide me the bread and a baddest bitch (Yeah!)
Go and tell them mothafuckas that a nigga back (A nigga back)
Westside the best side everytime I rap

[Outro]:
And naw I ain't even pistol?, nigga, they say when you the best, you gotta get that (?) thing face to face, nigga, I know I'm the mothafuckin' best, Inglewood, this my shit, woop, that nigga Lil' Hawk is the one