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g" len (rapper) - give it up 2 lyrics

[intro]
the notorious m’s
woop
westside lanes, n+gga
g to the f+ckin’ len
act like you know it, n+gga
hit the f+ckin’ water, n+gga
you fig’ me?

[verse 1]
fresh out the pen hittin’ six with hash
knuckles still bruised from sockin’ out crabs (mnack mnack)
just stepped the frontyard with pe body
got t’d by the red, now i’m pickin’ up the shotty
you can’t tell me sh+t ’cause i like it my way (my way)
and i don’t like makin’ crabs walk sideways (hey)
so i see ’em in the street, whistlin’ this
shoot ’em in the face, make sure i don’t miss
crab n+ggas hit me but they b+tches wanna f+ck me (yep)
’cause i got the swipe but i’m evil like chucky
i d+ck her ass down, make sure i do it well
and before you know it that crab b+tch’ll tell (yeah)
where your ass at and i’m comin’ for your flue hat
kickin’ in your house, only denver lanes do that
a tisk, a tasket, now you in yo’ casket (yeah)
catch you with the same hand i wipe my ass with (hahahahahaha)
[chorus]
give it up, woop woop (yeah)
give it up, suwoop (yeah)
give it up, woop woop
give it up, suwoop (yeah)
make the crab walk sideways, blood (x3)
(hahahaha, hahahaha, walk sideways, haha)

[verse 2]
real grimy? ridas, we keep those
down+ass homies and our e+bos (e+bos)
gangsta b+tches put they life on the line (yeah)
real less like me, goofy 10+9, and her little one
j+dog, tc, blackie b
plus ti he bomb and that’s on the b
l double o+t, can’t live without it
come through wearin’ flue, better re+route it (re+route it)
’cause the homies in my hood is turned up (turned up!)
but the crabs in they hood is shermed up
cl!cked up with the mafias and the denas
put in work 187’s to misdemeanors (haha)
’cause when a lane is hungry, and he gotta have it
he eat his favorite food and that’s crab salad (yeah)
shoot the gun, make him run like track
why they call ’em crips, bloods?
’cause cowards run in packs (hahahaha)
[chorus]
give it up, woop woop
give it up, suwoop
give it up, woop woop
give it up, suwoop
make the crab walk sideways, blood (x3)

[interlude]
dem crabs think they can have their own little ol’ punk ass talk
f+ck dem n+ggas!
c this, c that, c+walk
all this old goofy ass sh+t
walkin’ sideways
sh+t
lookin’ goofy and sh+t
haha
but us b+doggy dogs got our own language too, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
woooop
let ’em know, len

[verse 3]
bickin’ back bein’ bool, bokin’ blunts
benz barka? munchies, tetherball is where i went (yep)
bought a boka bola, bheetoes and the bandy bars
a boffee, baked bones?, baked beans and more bigars
bigarettes, big red gun in the back of bad shoes
no barry? bein’ born less?
that’s some bad news
paid the bashier (‘shier), brought back my bangs
westside lanes is the bang that i blaim
been on flame like bherry kool+aid (yeah)
banged with the gang tough since bix grade (uh+huh)
bickin’ on the block, yes, denver avenue
bam eatin’ born chips by a store with the brew
bleep in the ball with the burner under the beat
back in the but with the bang ready to breep
bip b+brazy, lil’ ebg
redd, laniak, lil’ laniak (woo, woo, woo)
[chorus]
give it up, woop woop
give it up, suwoop
give it up, woop woop
give it up, suwoop
make the crab walk sideways, blood (x3)

[outro]
haha
run to the beach, crabs
hahahaha
run sideways, n+gga
hahaha!
do the crab walk, you know
l gang, n+gga
[?]
run to the beach, crabs
yeah
run to the beach, crabs
uh, uh
run to the beach, crabs
crabs, crabs, crabs, crabs
l gang

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