[Intro]
Oh yeah n***a
We back in this muthaf**a
For the [backward word] n***a with the sh** n***a (West Side)
West Side n***a, you know I'm sayin'
(... muthaf**in' cut man)
Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood, n***a
You know I'm sayin'? On the solo-bolo tip, b**h
(Representin')
Yeah n***a, a 104% No Kut n***a (that's right)
You know I'm sayin'
Busta-a** n***as you know I'm sayin'
Couldn't even look out for the homies and sh**, you know I'm sayin'
Coward-a** n***as you know I'm sayin'
(Real BLOODS!)
b**h-a** n***as you know I'm sayin'
Still tryin' to pay the roll you know I'm sayin'
Like they just G you know I'm sayin' (bustas)
Don't wanna get the homies their props though but uhm...
I'm 'bout to give it up for my n***as though, you know what I'm sayin'
It's Damu For Life, n***a (West Side - Inglewood)
It's the Hood for life n***a, you know what I'm sayin'
(b**h!)
Inglewood For Life, n***a
We don't give a f**, n***a
104% No-Muthaf**in'-Kut b**h
Drop the beat n***a!
A 104% No Kut
(Muthaf**as out there can't fade me...)
[Verse 1: Lil' Hawk]
A hundred and four percent no kut on this muthaf**in' flow
Non-stop freestyle just to let you n***as know that
I don't need no f**in' pen and paper
Keep it one in the chamber, Lil' Hawk Y.G. Gangsta
Ain't no muthaf**in' joke so you best to recognize
You can't f** with this, this the O.G. West Side
The best side, now let me get my slip and slide on
WOOP WOOP in the Coup, ??? get my glide on
Ride on up this... um... biggety block
I got my hand on my giggety Glock and watch me piggety pop
You gets mopped, if you want to scrap
And if you didn't know Inglewood is on the m-eez-ap
Red and black Pumas on my feet when I step
And I don't give a f** about you trying to get no rep
You better know
This I am - who you f**in' with
Red Riding through your hood makin' these n***as duck quick
You little b**h, you want to step to the black top
n***a I ain't never had no muthaf**in' flat top
Four braids goin' to the back
Keepin' all the hoes riding on my nutsack
And no kut to the punks that ain't down with this sh**
I'm Lil' Hawk from the Mafia and I keep on makin' hits after hit
On these b**h-a** n***as
Wanna be a G suppose to be a** k**as
Cupcake booty-a** n***a what's up?
Want you come through the hood and let me play with your bu*t
You's a b**h, coward written all over your face
And all busta-a** n***as must stay in their place
I'm tryin' to warn ya - to um...
Not get shot - with this muthaf**in' Glock
You get the blood clot
It don't stop, I set up my clip and set trip
Whatever the f**in' tape fool
Where n***a that makin' his grip and um...
It don't matter what - label I'm on
Just as long as I'm gettin' paid when I'm on the microphone
Now who wanna f**ing come test my sk**s
You can come strapped but you still get your cap peeled
The f** back just like the banana
And I'm comin' mo' G than Tony Montana
I keep it slammin' like N-B-A jam
Like N.W.A. when they f**ed up the program
I might be, I'm too slick on the fade
I'm not Special Ed but you can say I got it made it
And I don't DJ for sh** you know I'm quick to f** it up
With a lil' bit of bud and some drink in my cup, now
How many ho's wanna let me f**?
And how many b**hes gon' be down for the dick s**?
I gots to have it like a rabbit with my knife I'ma stab it
My dick's stick shift and my nuts is automatically on duty
Like all of the time
And a n***a like me wanna hit it from behind
I'm not Snoop but I'm quick to diggety-dogg the cut
Making the b**hes say: "ooh, don't stop!"
"MAKE MY NUTS FEEL GOOD!"
And now I'm almost my wayback to the hood
Inglewood
On top of the muthaf**in' map
1-0-4/C-M-G and you know where's at
You best to pack your strap
It ain't no muthaf**in' rescue
9-1-1 is a muthaf**in' joke fool
You gots to deal with the B-D-O-G's
And I'm saggin' to my muthaf**in' knees
All I see is murder, d**h, k**
And that's the f**in' reason why highlight you in sk**
I keeps it rollin'
In this game that I've chosen
Like Ice Cube I'm - leavin' n***as frozen
And don't be caught slippin' when it's after dark
Cause the n***as with no heart be the first to get sparked by
This young-a** muthaf**in' G
Two Twenty Third Nineteen Seventy-Three, I'm
Flexin' style like this Crens that I've been
There's no beginning and there is no end, I gets
Wicked
I even gets stupid like my n***a S-P
And we don't smoke loop trick
Is just some pure marijuana
And f** all y'all Don Juanas
Come take a little trip with me
Back down Mafia Lane on this M-I-C
To the day, I die like my n***as did
Like we promised to
Ever since we was kids
I'ma ride for this, I will die for this
I got a tear on my eye cause I even cry for this
Ride, slide through the West Side
Thinking to myself: n***a I ain't scared to die
Take me, I'm ready f** it
1-8-7 and thank God for lettin' all Dogs go to heaven
This little skinny n***a don't give a f**
104% no muthaf**in' kut, n***a
[Outro]
Yeah, that's what the f** I'm talkin' about n***a
And you think you can get some, n***a
Bring it on n***a
And you'll be catching muthaf**in' slugs to your muthaf**in' dome
West Side n***a!
And we don't give a f** n***a
Inglewood in the muthaf**in' house
Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch
Aw sh** you know I'm sayin' yeah
It's that bomb sh** n***a
You just can't f** with this
I know you hate this
Ooh, I know you hate this but you already know n***a YGB's are the braziest!
(Muthaf**as out there can't fade me)
Ohh yeea-a-ah
I said CRENSHAW!