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