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why must i be like that - damu ridas (bloods) lyrics

[hook: lil’ hawk & b-brazy]
why must i be like that?
why must i k!ll the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me (x2)

[verse 1: lil’ hawk]
back down mafia lane
it’s the ygb once again, hittin’ you up cmg
n-gga with this all new funk everytime i take off
i just take ’em down, buck ’em down
yg lil’ hawk
dippin through the l block to the time
woodworth p block just mafia on mind
interact at your own risk and welcome to the west side!!
where them n-ggas slippin’ and slidin’ and crabs get the homicide
four fire to the dome once again it’s on
chronic on my back up, full of jim jones so
bick back be bool and
don’t even trip it
mafia in the house with two straps on the ??
crabs say anything you kickin’ his -ss out
with this m-th-f-ckin’ glock pop pop and it drop
lil’ ken in the pen: what’s up my n-gga?
cmyg: straight crab k!lla
i gives a f-ck
glock c-ck finger on the trigga
west side crenshaw mafia n-gga

[hook]
why must i be like that?
why must i k!ll the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me (x2)

[verse 2: lil’ hawk]
now as i bail through the m-th-f-ckin’ alley of death
i got the homies on my right, dead crabs on my left one
time in middle
but to get to fiddle-faddle
everytime i left the mac barrel
no tattle tally will be allowed
hoes, b-tches, punk b-tches get knocked the f-ck out
on ?? nightly night is the prominent sleeper
4-7 k all day, street sweeper and
i can get rowdy if you want me too
lil hawk red riding hood and f-ck lil’ boy in flue
i thought you knew damus be
gettin their banged on and
crab–ss n-ggas be
gettin’ they brains on and (yeah)
when will you be like rollin’ down c-k century
you better be down with the m-th-f-ckin’ b
og inglewood n-ggas know where’s at, knick
knack patty wack and all the homies stay strapped
and watch out cabbage for a pack i’m quick to grab my 9 and flex it
makin’ all crabs to the exit
west side rider

[hook]
why must i be like that?
why must i k!ll the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me

[verse 3: lil’ hawk]
split it’s on, breakin’ bone, crabs ?? behind me
and when catch ’em slippin’ i’ma show no mercy
in this m-th-f-ckin’ game lil’ hawk is the name!
ain’t a d-mn thang changed, this still mafia lane
but hold up
off a second and
let’s take a pause cause
so many crabs got sh-t in their draws and
let it rain, let it dip, sockin’ a crab in his lip
you b-tch–ss n-ggas don’t wanna set trip
with my n-gga lil’ nut
my homie c-k and
this the type of sh-t that we do everyday
it’s the m-th-f-ckin’ hood
the wild wild wild west
inglewood b-o-t-t-o the m to the s
where e-law, boss hog and e-s
o-g vinny bop smokin’ chronic even stress
t-world, mad eye, tiny l and even smiley
big bob, lunch meat and kenny boy rowdy
gramps k-b knockin’ n-ggas out
big hawk, lil’ hawk we in the m-th-f-ckin’ house
(woop woop – woop woop)

[hook]
why must i be like that?
why must i k!ll the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me

[verse 4: lil’ hawk]
boom bam m gang
i gots to give it up to
all my real n-ggas that don’t give a f-ck
sportin’ off for my homies from the i to the f to g
5 hundred blocks down right in their speak
and don’t enter – the center off the m-th-f-ckin’ park
redrum across the street and all the crabs gettin’ sparked
so n-ggas – watch your -ss if you know what i mean
especially on the street that the bloods call queen
c-p m-th-f-ckin’ f all the way to east side
bloodstone villains show ’em crabs what the b like
in the g-ride mad swans dumpin’ on the rickets
5-duece pueblos, 9-deuce bishops
fruit town, 6-duece brim don’t give a f-ck
and not long b-tch but them rollin’ 20 bloods
b like servin’ and swervin’
like everyday
all the way to the days n-ggas doin’ a c-k
four menace and a mile yg lil’ hawkster
denver lanes!!
and them crenshaw m-th-f-ckin’ mafias, n-gga

[outro]
aaha, it’s my nephew
little–ss boy, woop woop woop woop woop woop!!

[hook]
why must i be like that?
why must i k!ll the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me

- damu ridas bloods lyrics

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