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do you wanna roll to figueroa - damu ridas (bloods) lyrics

intro: b*brazy:

l gang, n*gga, in this mothaf*cka, doin’ this sh*t one more time, n*gga, gettin’ our ck ride on, n*gga, while you busta*ass lollies, gettin’ yo’ lolly*ass glide on, n*gga, it’s yg braze, n*gga, mr. peanut ii, n*gga, hoover k!lla, n*gga, wassup, laniak, n*gga, rice krispie k!lla too, n*gga, we finna do this sh*t like this, n*gga

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 sh*t so let me f*ck it up
but first fill my cup and, crease my khakis up
west up to all these b*tches, sw*ngin’ 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 b*tches 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 mothaf*cka
i hang with the l gang, not no b*tch*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, n*gga?
kick it with the l gang, baby
let yo’ bhakis hizz*ang, n*gga
verse 2: b*brazy & peanut ii:

blood, i’mma start this sh*t off like a dlb dog
this 109 figueroa yg ease off
be, bickin’ back bein’ bool, bring be braze and (?)
a b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 mothaf*ckin’ joke
first crab n*gga low, first crab n*gga smoked
me and braze on the solo, watch they all sw*ng (biatch!)
you better just stop, sw*ngin’ 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
f*ck it, wipe it on my sweatshirt, just to diss the (?) dirt
dirty*ass b*tches can’t, ride in the coupe
compton crabs weren’t even comptonized, hoes is smoked up and on loop
i should whoop you crab n*ggas in the face!
peanut ii, ck ridin’, with my n*gga named braze
i’m a 9*2 k!lla, a 107 gang
ugly girls, nappy head k!lla, 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 b*tches 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 f*ckin’ coupe with no roof
with my n*gga piece woody came rocked a few n*ggas
chorus x4

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