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Damu Ridas (Bloods) - Damu Ride





 

Artist: Damu Ridas (Bloods)
Album: Damu Ridas
Title: Damu Ride

[B-BRAZY]
Let's get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side

[B-BRAZY]
Biiitch I'm 'bout to come with that flow that's stupid
I don't smoke loot trey
Just pure marijuana
A O.G. behind us lookin' for Don Juanas
So I can light 'em up like a Philly blunt or ganja
(Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?)
Bitch I'm gonna kill me some Crabs
(Well what do you consider Crabs?)
Fags with flue rags
Well let the Crab-killin', bitch-killin' Braze hit the stage
Grab the mic and all the bitches pussies started to get it glaze
What's happ'nin' Blood? It's the Lane straight Crab killa gang
Bhakis hang like it's the thang, Blood
Fool I'm rollin' with the killas be's the Mafia Denvers
Couple all the Blood gangs and they rides on thangs
I'm cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich
Figueroa ride the gang bitch, the street and the click

[B-BRAZY]
Let's get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side

[PIMP D]
Hoppin' to the '4
It's time to take a ride
With the muthafuckin' Damus Ride
Nigga from back side to side
Watch the three wheel motion
Headed on up and then we keep on boastin'
Flossin' on the D's, bitches all on them nuts
But this brazy-ass nigga
Ain't givin' a mad-ass fuck
About no slut
Oh, I never
I'm settin' off shots because I'm so damn clever
Now whatcha wanna do?
I'm down with the fuckin' Dogs from the East to the West
Statin' on the fuckin 'Shaw
So back the fuck on up B-I-tch please, it's the Y-G Pimp D
I'm in it for the cash money
Now what you talkin' about?!
NUTHIN' I SUPPOSE!
That's why we catch niggas slippin' on the Golden Chrome
Ahaha...
Nigga don't even try to figure
Why the Damu Ridas are the real cap peelers, nigga

[B-BRAZY]
Let's get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side

[B-BRAZY]
I need a shiny gold tooth
The master naughty Daytons in the Coupe (Brazy ballin' at)
Now ain't that the truth
Wash her up ?? her up or shoot your bogy for the bitches
Sunday night you be
Everythang button on switches
It's about
Who's flossin' the most
And who's tossin' the most
And which muthafuckin' ride keep hoppin' the most
For the ho's whoever toss the Brazy's deuce
All tryin' to get cute
For this nigga in the Coupe
That be rollin' 4 deep
Red beanies in a rider, pancake at the light
Tsoop! Raise the front hire
Just left the Denver Lanes we baravanning to the bumps
Quarter over in Crab hood Blood the One-Times got a Y-G bumped up
But they just gave mad at ticket so we West Side roll
So we all can go and pick it
At the party and the dinners the M and L's keep it goin' on 'WOOD 'WOOD
On 1-0-9 'WOOD 'WOOD for 1-0-4

[B-BRAZY]
Let's get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side

[?MAD EYE?]
Peelin' deuce on the twisters
Got 'em off swing
Blood I'm entertaitin'
Mafia Lane and
In a Lex ??? bumper them B-dog cut
So when I hit your ass up fool you better give it up
Rollin' with 8-Deuce, Braze, Hawk, 'Niak and Spider
Damus rule only roll with true C-K Ridas
Fuck beatin' 'round the bush, Denver Lanes on the plaque
And I feel like a mack twistin' up a dub sack
E ?? and the Lanes be me hoppin' like a '4
And I hit a few more, let 'em swingin' little mo'
It's the Figueroa thugs, Y-G Bloods
Now let me hit the Henne-B so I can catch a bust
When I'm slippin' and slidin'
On the West Side and
Crossin' on whoever ain't Damu Ride

[B-BRAZY]
Let's get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side

[LIL' HAWK]
Front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride
It's me and my niggas rollin' through the West Side
Peep down that muthafucka on D's, steady swervin'
Down Crenshaw that nigga's trippin' I'ma serve him
I'm not goin' out like these other niggas
You either blink bone I'ma squeeze the fuckin' trigger
I'm not tryin' to be the man but I can be the man
So I hope you niggas and bitches really understand
Not to fuck around you gets clowned
Either way it go from the streets either on the studio
Where we don't give a fuck
And bring it on if you think you got nuts
Blood you better know the time
Because I love my 9, I relax your muthafuckin' mind
Shit, what can I say
Rollin' in my ride nigga it's just another day

[B-BRAZY]
Let's get high biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side


 

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