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damu ridas (bloods) – y-b-g-2 are the braziest lyrics

[intro]
oh yeah n+ggas…
back in this motherf+cker…
the y+g’s
we don’t give a f+ck n+gga, know i’m sayin’
yeah, we the crenshaw mafia…
l gang
woop woop
you know i’m sayin’
we ’bout to regulate this sh+t
crab n+ggas can hate this… f+ck…
beeyaatch

[verse 1: b+brazy]
i break your nose, wreck shows, plus bomb on hoes
yo, wear gangsta clothes, drive a coupe full of hoes
and i’m supposin’ that you wants to ride with these b+dogs, b+tch
since i’m beamin’ gold red rides on this rag 6+6
hey b+tch no perm just a curl for the girl
new 3+80 for these bustas as i twistin’ twirl
hoes be all the 9 since they heard b+braze signed
but i ain’t switch to f+ck that b+tch me and 8+ball switch
y+g’s on mind quick to + knock you out
eyes open, get your t++th slap right down your mouth
fools like me keeps it rollin’
down fig’ ??? from colden
they stay hood say all hood they starts unloadin’
i’m + holdin’
these nuts cause they’re big
aw sh+t b+brazy from the 9th and fig’
still breakin’ down the door
screamin’ figueroa
last time i hitted your ass up with that, hey yo yo
now b+tches grab your panties
n+ggas grab a ‘bird and bool+aid
and finally a whole verse with brazy daze biiitch
[hook]
i know you hate this but you can’t fade this
y+g+b n+ggas are the braziest
i know you hate this but you can’t fade this
y+g+b n+ggas are the braziest
i know you hate this but you just can’t fade this
who you know y+g+b are the braziest

[verse 2: g+spider]
i’m comin’ with a new twist, i’m bullsh+t’ for the ridas
and if you don’t know me call y+g spider
homicider from the wild wild
west side
crenshaw mafia gangster
no, i ain’t the prankster
i bank your much faster than swift
as i go enter rest fools best beware where is young sick+ass g
and that be me
from the 10+4 street by the close swap meet
on century, c+k all day
and maybe late night if the g+ride is tight what that b like side+side
nevertheless you claim motherf+ckers keep stressin’
so i keep scr+ppin’ and cappin’ with my smif & wesson
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, myself and i
the cren murder gang in the d+l (right)
can’t we get a woop woop for this gangsta track? (woop! woop!)
4 packs, a jimmy hats for the punk hoodrats
that be swingin’ on the nuts of this young+ass g’s
i set a trap for the b+i+tches with some g’s
[hook]

[verse 3: lil’ hawk]
now it’s a lil’ something that must be spoke on
about the crenshaw mafia and is how we get a roll on
but peep + sh+t ain’t got deep
on the block last night
about four crab n+ggas drop
you wanna bang? motherf+ckers what’s up?!
i’m ’bout to put that motherf+cker gaze right up to your nut
aw… n+gga, you didn’t know?
about the 1+0+4 red
taggin’ n+ggas’ toes
i’m not showin’ no mercy in this game
lil’ hawk y+g and peelin’ crabs is the thang
a+b crossin’ out the c
and we don’t give a f+ck, west
side c+m+g
b+l double o+d
k!ller e+r+i+c+k+e+t
shoot him up bang bang with the mac+11
see 1+8+7 all
bloods go to heaven
you just can’t f+ck with this
it’s the 1+9+9+5 all crab n+gga dis ??? b+tch
[hook]

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