Red Rida

[Intro]
- If you want respect, you gotta earn it!
- You damn right, you gotta be ready to go down, and stand up and die for that shit like Blizzard did, you gotta snatch them collars and let them mothafuckas know, you there to take, them, out, anytime, you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, patna, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to, otherwise, you ain't shit, you might as well be dead your damn self!
- You tryna tell me I ain't shit?
- I ain't tryna tell you shit, I tell yo' mama you ain't shit!
- Tell me, man, what are we fightin' for?
- Hah, little nigga, 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 niggas, the first then my shit released
Inglewoopin' out back, the hardest nigga 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 niggas rappers got a spot in the cut
The perfect fit for a sucka
You're 5'11" but they better put you 6 feet under
Go do the mathematics, add it up and get subtractin'
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 fuck about you too or your click, nigga (Click, nigga)
I'm from the mothafuckin' gang and we thick, nigga (Thick, nigga)
Matter fact, you can go and ask your bitch, nigga (Your bitch, nigga)
And I'mma fuck her next time she on my dick, nigga (On my dick, nigga)

[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 (Nobody)
Forever bangin' on these niggas with the second letter (Woop)
And tell that bitch I ain't gon' sweat her, that she was nothin' (Nothin')
I don't love her, I'm only like it when a nigga fuckin' (Yep)
Red Ridin' through the hood and I'm so committed
Just show me where the money and I'mma go and get it
Yeah, I Banged on Wax but it was really real (Really real)
Loose Paris '88, and Billy Hill (Billy Hill)
I can wait in the cut to put the woop on it (Woop on it)
Fly through the sky, look down then I swoop on it (Swoop on it)
I'm that Inglewood nigga, that they all remember (All remember)
Westside, Parkhill, the homies out in Denver
Born and raised in these streets so I spit the real (Spit the real)
I wish I would give a fuck how a nigga 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 (I'm a gangsta)
My enemies bitches, the mothafuckas, they some haters (They some haters)
Now wassup with these niggas, that be lyin' in the booth
They be rappin' like they really but they know that's not the truth
How the fuck you a G, and you ain't even in the hood
All you do is rap some bullshit, you thinkin' that it's good (Yeah aight)
Y'all niggas keep it G's, stand solid but they brothas if you ain't doin' that
'Cause to me, you's a busta (Busta-ass nigga)
All I know for is vine?, pussy trickin' for the bitches
Nigga, where yo' gangsterism at? You fictitious
I can really fuck you over, but now it's not the time
You can fake how you want, but to stay yo' ass alive
Bigger picture, fuck that nigga, got a whole 'nother vision
These mothafuckas got me twisted, now I'm on a mission
I'm 'bout to show 'em how a nigga like me get it in
Worldwide Westside, nigga, CMs

[Chorus]:
Lil' Hawk the Red Rida! x4
Westside, Inglewood! x4

[Outro]:
It's a mothafuckin' 'nother one x8
These niggas 'bout to be sick!