lil’ hawk (bloods) – on tha solo lyrics
intro:
+ hey, hey, what up, cuz? haha, what up, cuh, ahahaha!
+ wassup, n+gga?
+ hey, cuz, what up, cuh? hey, hey, cuz!
+ wassup, n+gga, yeah!
+ wassup, n+gga?
+ hey what up, cuh? cu+riip! ahh, get outta here, man, with yo mark+ass…
+ man, see that sh+t
+ open up the godd+mn window, man
+ what’s going on?
+ shut the f+ck up, blood! y’all n+ggas ready to die today?
now wait a minuuuute! yeah! lil’ hawk red ridin’ hood (woop, woop), n+gga, you don’t stop, ready to get out this n+gga huh? get f+cked up, it’s that g+ngb+ngin’ sh+t, fool, woop, haha, n+gga, i ain’t from africa, i’m from crenshaw mafia’s, n+gga
verse 1:
go against me if you want it, shame on you
real n+gga get it in, i’m from california
you can take a ride through the bity, i’m from the ‘wood
it don’t stop, it’s gon’ pop, just like it should
i keep a b+tch that be sw+ngin’ off the g+ngb+ng
where i’m from, the bloods is the main thang
g’d up, banged out in my cherry suede
and for the haters, you know a n+gga keep a thang
that’s how we do it in the bottoms, it ain’t nothin’
they threw a bag where i’m checkin’, a lotta n+ggas frontin’
now everybody wanna woop like they all official
i ain’t hatin’, i’m just sayin’ (?) out the pistol
i give a f+ck about the bristle, or the mods
nowadays they be puttin’ on anybody
and that’s a mothaf+ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus:
+ what set you from?
+ (?), crenshaw mafia, mothaf+ckas
+ i ain’t from africa, i’m from crenshaw mafia!
+ crenshaw mafia x3, mothaf+ckas
verse 2:
don’t get it twisted, n+gga, i’m true to this
hit the streets with this sh+t and make the whole world woop to this
you can say i’m in the zone, i’m about to mack
i never checkin’ for a b+tch, i’m ready to get the cash
i ain’t impressed with yo’ breast or yo’ big booty
go and slide me the bread, baby, you a shoody
too many suckas as it is, rookies on the p+ssy
i beat the mothaf+cka up just like a school bully
they never got this back in traffic, on the boulevard
strap on my lap for the n+ggas that be lookin’ hard
you never know, when you might, have to spit a round
i run into them other n+ggas and it’s goin’ down
i’m on point, on the block just somebody died
scary+ass n+ggas talkin’ sh+t, runnin’ to the cops
and that’s a mothaf+ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus
verse 3:
these mothaf+ckin’ women brazy, that’s on the b
she fell in love with a n+gga now she mad at me
i used to tell her just to bick it but she wouldn’t listen
i guess it’s also other b+tches used to have me trippin’
i kept my eyes on the prize, just looked straight ahead
caught up in this gang life, n+gga wear the color red
put a cap in a n+gga if he got twisted
the ambulance and the (?) paid a visit
you wanna know my background? it’s real play
woolworth elementary, that’s on the game
i went to google lil’ red, pooch, jamal and me
young mafia, sandboxin’, y’all in
lil’ hawk, i’m a rida, yeah, i’m trippin’
i f+ck this n+gga afterlife with his b+tch sleepin’
and that’s a mothaf+ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus
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