Oh yeah niggas...
Back in this motherfucker...
The Y-G`s
We don`t give a fuck nigga, know I`m sayin`
Yeah, we the Crenshaw Mafia...
L gang
WOOP WOOP
You know I`m sayin`
We `bout to regulate this shit
Crab niggas can hate this... fuck...
Beeyaatch
[B-BRAZY]
I break your nose, wreck shows, plus bomb on hoes
Yo, wear gangsta clothes, drive a Coupe full of hoes
And I`m supposin` that you wants to ride with these B-Dogs, bitch
Since I`m beamin` gold red rides on this Rag 6-6
Hey bitch no perm just a curl for the girl
New 3-80 for these bustas as I twistin` twirl
Hoes be all the 9 since they heard B-Braze signed
But I ain`t switch to fuck that bitch me and 8-Ball switch
Y-G`s on mind quick to - knock you out
Eyes open, get your teeth slap right down your mouth
Fools like me keeps it rollin`
Down Fig` ??? from Colden
They stay hood say all hood they starts unloadin`
I`m - holdin`
These nuts cause they`re big
Aw shit B-Brazy from the 9th and Fig`
Still breakin` down the door
Screamin` Figueroa
Last time I hitted your ass up with that, hey yo yo
Now bitches grab your panties
Niggas grab a `Bird and Bool-Aid
And finally a whole verse with Brazy Daze biiitch
I know you hate this but you can`t fade this
Y-G-B niggas are the braziest
I know you hate this but you can`t fade this
Y-G-B niggas are the braziest
I know you hate this but you just can`t fade this
Who you know Y-G-B are the braziest
[SPIDER]
I`m comin` with a new twist, I`m bullshit` for the ridas
And if you don`t know me call Y-G Spider
Homicider from the Wild Wild
West Side
Crenshaw Mafia Gangster
No, I ain`t the prankster
I bank your much faster than Swift
As I go enter rest fools best beware where is young sick-ass G
And that be me
From the 10-4 street by the close Swap Meet
On Century, C-K all day
And maybe late night if the G-ride is tight what that B like side-side
Nevertheless you claim motherfuckers keep stressin`
So I keep scrappin` and cappin` with my Smif & Wesson
Niggas can`t fuck with me, myself and I
The Cren murder gang in the D-L (right)
Can`t we get a WOOP WOOP for this gangsta track? (WOOP! WOOP!)
4 packs, a jimmy hats for the punk hoodrats
That be swingin` on the nuts of this young-ass G`s
I set a trap for the B-I-tches with some G`s
(Chorus)
[LIL` HAWK]
Now it`s a lil` something that must be spoke on
About the Crenshaw Mafia and is how we get a roll on
But peep - shit ain`t got deep
On the block last night
About four Crab niggas drop
You wanna bang? Motherfuckers what`s up?!
I`m `bout to put that motherfucker gaze right up to your nut
Aw... nigga, you didn`t know?
About the 1-0-4 red
Taggin` niggas` toes
I`m not showin` no mercy in this game
Lil` Hawk Y-G and peelin` Crabs is the thang
A-B crossin` out the C
And we don`t give a fuck, West
Side C-M-G
B-L double O-D
Killer E-R-I-C-K-E-T
Shoot him up bang bang with the Mac-11
See 1-8-7 all
Bloods go to heaven
You just can`t fuck with this
It`s the 1-9-9-5 all Crab nigga dis ??? bitch
(Chorus)
