Damu Ride — текст песни (Damu Ridas (Bloods))

[B-BRAZY]
Let`s get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin` on the gold ones
Hittin` that side to side

[B-BRAZY]
Biiitch I`m `bout to come with that flow that`s stupid
I don`t smoke loop trick
Just pure marijuana
A O.G. behind us lookin` for Don Juanas
So I can light `em up like a Philly blunt of ganja
(Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?)
Bitch I`m gonna kill me some Crabs
(Well what do you consider Crabs?)
Fags with flue rags
Well let the Crab-killin`, bitch-killin` Braze hit the stage
Grab the mic and all the bitches pussies started to get glazed
What`s happ`nin` Blood? It`s the Lanes, Grape Crab killa gang
Bhakis hang like it`s the thang, Blood
Fool I`m rollin` with the killas bitch the Mafia Denvers
Couple of the Blood gangs that be ridin` on thangs
I`m cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich
Figueroa Rida Gang bitch, the street and the click

[B-BRAZY]
Let`s get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin` on the gold ones
Hittin` that side to side

[PIMP D]
Hoppin` to the `4
It`s time to take a ride
With the muthafuckin` Damus Ride
Nigga from back side to side
Watch the three wheel motion
Headed on up and then we keep on boastin`
Flossin` on the D`s, bitches all on them nuts
But this brazy-ass nigga
Ain`t givin` a mad-ass fuck
About no slut
Oh, I never
I`m settin` off shots because I`m so damn clever
Now whatcha wanna do?
I`m down with the fuckin` Dogs from the East to the West
Statin` on the fuckin `Shaw
So back the fuck on up B-I-tch please, it`s the Y-G Pimp D
I`m in it for the cash money
Now what you talkin` about?!
NUTHIN` I SUPPOSE!
That`s why we catch niggas slippin` on the Golden Chrome
Ahaha...
Nigga don`t even try to figure
Why the Damu Ridas are the real cap peelers, nigga

[B-BRAZY]
Let`s get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin` on the gold ones
Hittin` that side to side

[B-BRAZY]
I need a shiny gold tooth
To match the naughty Daytons in the Coupe (Brazy ballin` now)
Now ain`t that the truth
Wash her up, charge her up or shoot your boggie for the bitches
Sunday night you be
Everythang button on switches
It`s about
Who`s flossin` the most
And who`s tossin` the most
And which muthafuckin` ride keep hoppin` the most
For the hoe`s whoever toss the Brazy`s deuce
All tryin` to get cute
For this nigga in the Coupe
That be rollin` 4 deep
Red beanies in a rider, pancake at the light
Tsoop! Raise the front hire
Just left the Denver Lanes we baravanning to the bumps
Quarter over in Crab hood Blood the One-Times got a Y-G bumped up
But they just gave mad at ticket so we West Side roll
So we all can go and bick it
At the party in the Dena`s the M and L`s keep it goin` on `WOOP `WOOP
1-0-9 `WOOP `WOOP for 1-0-4

[B-BRAZY]
Let`s get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin` on the gold ones
Hittin` that side to side

[PE-NUT 2 : lane. in. piece.]
Pe-Nut Deuce on the twisters
Got `em off swing
Blood I`m entertaitin`
Mafia Lane and
In a Lex ??? bumper them B-dog cut
So when I hit your ass up fool you better give it up
Rollin` with Eight and Braze, Hawk, Yak and Spider
(Damus and Ru`s only roll with true C-K Ridas --> BRAZE)
Fuck beatin` `round the bush, Denver Lanes on the map
And I feel like a mack twistin` up a dub sack
E-Bo and the Lanes be me hoppin` like a `4
And I hit a few more, let `em swingin` little mo`
It`s the Figueroa thugs, Y-G Bloods
Now let me hit the Henne-B so I can catch a buzz
When I`m slippin` and slidin`
On the West Side and
Crossin` on whoever ain`t Damu Ride (fuck Individual`s, Boover`s...)

[B-BRAZY]
Let`s get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin` on the gold ones
Hittin` that side to side

[LIL` HAWK]
Front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride
It`s me and my niggas rollin` through the West Side
Dipped than a muthafucka on D`s, steady swervin`
Down Crenshaw, nigga`s trippin` I`ma serve `em
I`m not goin` out like these other niggas
You either blink wrong I`ma squeeze the fuckin` trigger
I`m not tryin` to be the man but I can be the man
So I hope you niggas and bitches really understand
Not to fuck around you gets clowned
Either way it go from the streets either on the studio
Where we don`t give a fuck
And bring it on if you think you got nuts
Blood you better know the time
Because I love my 9, will relax your muthafuckin` mind
Shit, what can I say?
Rollin` in my ride nigga it`s just another day

[B-BRAZY]
Let`s get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin` on the gold ones
Hittin` that side to side



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