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damu ridas – why must i be like that lyrics

why must i be like that?
why must i kill the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me…
it’s the ygb once again, hittin’ you up cmg
n-gg- with this all new funk everytime i take off
i just take ’em down, buck ’em down
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-gg-s 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
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-gg-?
cmyg: straight crab killa
glock c-ck finger on the trigga
west side crenshaw mafia n-gg-
why must i be like that?
why must i kill the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me…
now as i bail through the m-th-f-ckin’ alley and dump
i got the homies on my right, dead crabs on my left one
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
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-o
d inglewood n-gg-s 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
why must i be like that?
why must i kill the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me…
split it’s on, breakin’ bone, crabs? behind me
and when catch ’em slippin’ i’mma 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
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-gg-s don’t wanna set trip
with my n-gg- lil’ nut
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-whirl, mad eye, tiny l and even smiley
big bun, lunch meat and kenny boy rowdy
gramps k-b knockin’ n-gg-s out
big hawk, lil’ hawk we in the m-th-f-ckin’ house
(woop woop – woop woop)
why must i be like that?
why must i kill the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me…
i gots to give it up to
all my real n-gg-s 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’ 4
redrum across the street and all the crabs gettin’ sparked
so n-gg-s – 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’
all the way to the days n-gg-s doin’ a c-k
four menace and a mile yg lil’ hawkster
and them crenshaw m-th-f-ckin’ mafias, n-gg-
little–ss boy, woop woop woop woop woop woop!
why must i be like that?
why must i kill the crabs?
nuthin’ but the blood in me…

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