damu ridas – 104 no kut lyrics
oh yeah n-gg-
we back in this m-th-f-cka
for the 9-9 n-gg- with the sh-t n-gg- (west side)
west side n-gg-, you know i’m sayin’
(… m-th-f-ckin’ kut man)
lil’ hawk red riding hood, n-gg-
you know i’m sayin’? on the solo-bolo tip, b-tch
(representin’ b-tch)
yeah n-gg-, a 104% no kut n-gg- (that’s right)
you know i’m sayin’
busta–ss n-gg-s you know i’m sayin’
couldn’t even look out for the homies and sh-t, you know i’m sayin’
coward–ss n-gg-s you know i’m sayin’
(real bloods!)
b-tch–ss n-gg-s you know i’m sayin’
still tryin’ to pay the role you know i’m sayin’
like they just g you know i’m sayin’ (bustas)
don’t wanna get the homies their props though but uhm…
i’m ’bout to give it up for all my n-gg-s though, you know what i’m sayin’
it’s damu for life, n-gg- (west side – inglewood)
it’s the hood for life n-gg-, you know what i’m sayin’
(b-tch!)
inglewood for life, n-gg-
we don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
104% no-m-th-f-ckin’-kut b-tch
drop the beat n-gg-!
a 104% no kut
(m-th-f-ckas out there can’t fade me…)
[lil’ hawk]
a hundred and four percent no kut on this m-th-f-ckin’ flow
non-stop freestyle just to let you n-gg-s know that
i don’t need no f-ckin’ pen and paper
keepin’ one in the chamber, lil’ hawk y-g gangsta
ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ joke so you best to recognize
you can’t f-ck with this, it’s the o.g. west side
the best side, now let me get my slip and slide on
woop woop in the coupé, down to get my glide on
ride on up this… um… biggety block
i got my hand on my giggety glock and watch me piggety pop
you gets mobbed – if you wanna scrab
and if you didn’t know inglewood is on the m-eez-ap
red and black pumas on my feet when i step
and i don’t give a f-ck about to try to get no rep
you better know
this i am – who you f-ckin’ with
red riding through your hood makin’ these n-gg-s duck quick
you little b-tch
you want to step to the black top
n-gg- i ain’t never had no m-th-f-ckin’ flat top
four braids goin’ to the back
keepin’ all the hoes ridin’ on my nutsac
and no kut to the proof that ain’t down with this sh-t
i’m lil’ hawkster from the mafia and i keep on makin’ hits after hit
on these b-tch–ss n-gg-s
wanna be a g suppose to be -ss killas
cupcake booty–ss n-gg- what’s up?
want you come through the hood and let me play with your b-tt
you’s a b-tch
coward written all on your face
and all busta–ss n-gg-s must stay in their place
i’m tryin’ to warn ya – to um…
not get shot – with this m-th-f-ckin’ glock
you get the blood clot
it don’t stop
i set up my clip and set trip
whatever the f-ck it take fool
for a n-gg- to make his grip and um…
it don’t matter what – label i’m on
just as long as i’m gettin’ paid when i’m on the microphone, now who
wanna f-ck and come test my skills
you can come strapped but you still get your cap peeled
the f-ck back just like the banana
and i’m comin’ mo’ g than tony montana
i keep it slammin’ like n-b-a jam
like n-w-a when they f-cked up the program
i might be, i’m too slick on the fade
i’m not special ed but you can say i got it made it
and i don’t dj for sh-t you know i’m quick to f-ck it up
with a lil’ bit of bud that’s the drink in my cup, now
how many ho’s wanna let me f-ck?
and how many b-tches gon’ be down for the d-ck suck?
i gots the habit like a rabbit with my knife i’ma stab it
my d-ck’s stick shift and my nuts is automatically on duty
like all of the time
and a n-gg- like me wanna hit it from behind
i’m not snoop
but i’m quick to diggety-dogg the c-ck
lettin’ the b-tches say: “ooh, don’t stop!”
“make my nuts feel good!”
and now i’m almost my wayback to the hood
inglewood
on top of the m-th-f-ckin’ map
1-0-4/c-m-g and you know where it’s at
you best to pack your strap
it ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ rescue
9-1-1 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke fool
you gots to deal with the b-d-o-g’s
and i’m saggin’ to my m-th-f-ckin’ knees
all i see
is murder, death, kill
and that’s the f-ckin’ reason why highlight you in skill
i keeps it rollin’
in this game that i’ve chosen
like ice cube i’m – leavin’ n-gg-s frozen
and don’t be caught slippin’ when it’s after dark
cause the n-gg-s with no heart be the first to get sparked by
this young–ss m-th-f-ckin’ g
two twenty third nineteen seventy-three, i’m
flexin’ style like this crens that i’ve been
there’s no beginning and there is no end, i gets
wicked
i even gets stupid
like my n-gg- s-p
and we don’t smoke loot trick
it’s just some pure marijuana
and f-ck all y’all don juano’s
come take a little trip with me
back down mafia lane on this m-i-c
to the… day i’ll die like my n-gg-s did
like we were promised to
every since we was kids
i’ma ride for this
i will die for this
i got a tear on my eye cause i even cry for this
ridin, slidin’ thru the west side
thinkin’ to myself: “n-gg- i ain’t scared to die”
take me, i’m ready, f-ck it
1-8-7 and thank god for lettin’ all dogs go to heaven
this little scheme n-gg- don’t give a f-ck
a 104% no m-th-f-ckin’ kut, n-gg-
yeah
that’s what the f-ck i’m talkin’ about n-gg-
pick and get some’ n-gg-
bring it on n-gg-
and we’ll catch you a m-th-f-ckin’ slugs to your m-th-f-ckin’ dome
west side n-gg-!
you know i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
inglewood in the mutahf-ckin’ house
bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch
aw sh-t you know i’m sayin’ yeah
it’s that bomb sh-t n-gg-
you just can’t f-ck with this
i know you hate this
ooh, i know you hate this but sure you know n-gg- ygb’s are the braziest!
(m-th-f-ckas out there can’t fade me)
ohh yeea-a-ah
i said crenshaw!
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