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big scoob - damu lyrics

[hook]
damu, damu i’m [x8]

[verse 1: messy marv]
it’s a full time job n-gg- stand in line
5-9 bounty hunter b-tch i ride that 5
stone love, i bleed this blood and bang this gang
from the b on my fitted n-gg- down to my shoe strings
n-gg-s know what it is homie mess damuin’
red this, burgundy that, they know what i’m doin’
i was wavin’ my flag when i hopped out the pub
a few of my homeboy’s had me f-cked up
n-gg-‘s crossed game on me, switched up on me
just threw my set in the air like “f-ck my homies”
fillmore california i’m representing my square
how homie wasn’t blood when blood was right there
soowoo

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[verse 2: skatterman]
tan d-ckies, red fitted, red bandana
black mossberg pump, call it the work hammer
house party n-gg-s trippin’ everybody out
fully automatic weapons multiply the body count
creepin’ slow n-gg-s howlin’ “what that b like?”
good kids but got swallowed by the street life
6 deuce brims, apd
the gangs came with the ‘cain back in 83
i been with it soowoopin’ but i don’t b walk
i throw knuckles on suckers and let my g talk
so check the gang files, you know the name pal
it’s skatterman i sing this song and rep my gang now

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[verse 3: big scoob]
i was jumped brim, so 6 deuce is the true
but n-gg-s scream vill, from woodland ave. back to truce
we called it flu hills, from 59th to 56th that’s where i made skrill
and earned stripes in the field with guerrilla n-gg-s
itchy finger quick to peel you n-gg-s, skrilla getters
well paid we was with it n-gg-, hood n-gg-s
k!ller city on some blood sh-t
brimstone stand strong n-gg- 5-6
and back then blood was thin, the town was all crip
we stood strong all along on some hog sh-t
my west riders tryna claim that they way realer
but any k!ller is a k!ller can you feel me n-gg-?

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[verse 4: jay rock]
5 years down the line still talkin’ blood sh-t
blood n-gg-s blood walkin’, real bloods real talkin’
shoestring still flamed up like an oven boy
real k!llers aimin’ at your heart like a lover boy
90059 is the zip, you can catch me on the fly if you tryna find a sip
if them boys come around then you don’t say zip
i keep a spielberg ’round the corner with them clips
rags on the right, tech nine in my reach
leave you lyin’ in the streets for lying to the street
i’m a lion on the beat, anything i see i feast
top dawg, strange music, sh-t you know we gotta eat
damu

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[verse 5: b-mpy knuckles]
b-mpy’s in the club, that sh-t’s kinda strange
cause i don’t party with these f-ggot n-gg-s in the game
i come through the door double up 4-4’s and a diamond chain
to security my name is “he don’t play no games”
put the b-ss up loud so the club don’t hear this “blaka blaka”
i send you n-gg-s flames with these 2 hot waka flaka’s
we flood the spot katrina style, can’t n-body stop us
5-7 rdv’s we some gangster motherf-ckers
rogue dog! it’s your boy from the nyc og b-mpy knuckles
n-gg- f-ck you, step to me i’ll buck you
their whole team is p-ssy, we call them n-gg-s “sl-t crew”
soowoo my n-gg-s, i ain’t blood but i still f-ck with you

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