Blu - Above Crenshaw lyrics

(Bridge) Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean UV raiders, ain’t showin no green (Verse) Since I was a yella comin out of Cincinella Vernon Infada had them goatees in the fish tank Bad on ca**ette tape, bad on ca**ettey Guttenberg, French fries, drinks to Mike Lauries Go up to the store and seen a rise on the corner On some holy mission missionary waitin for the war f** Jerry’s Atari, got great grades off robbers Martin Luther King parade, it’s 1st grade 18 when she first taught me how to French And I was 12, got a brown sugar from the Swosa swap Pop cigarettes that ain’t smell like my grandma’s Baby luke is poured into that California popcorn sponsored links Pourin on a Tuesday, pourin on a Wednesday Fore I’m at Thursday, Woody on my birthday Hoodie on church day, squab it to the curb surf Word, finding out my girlfriend sold crack New pair of panties and patent leather grants Doors on that ’75 Burgundy Chrysler Marty’s first rap, fish house bout Woody’s member More pains whoopings after propane’s cooking jug Marla woofin out and done in every club Every chocolate I dodge try to get knocked up Every f**in cop dodged fore I got locked up Every shout out that I got for every pellet gun Shout out Bust, what the f** you doin in some PK’s? Getting busy in the Burger King bathroom Full even n***as at the Demi’s with the building Peal to the crib, Tele Mundo, k**in kids Pink sober’s cop the most pink tacos Titty squos, pig latin to the vatos In the boonies where nobody really knew me But the hood was still in me even when I didn’t knew it was (Bridge) Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean UV raiders, ain’t showin no green (Hook) I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know? Wanted that ba**, that clappin that boom That backseat swinging the EP but no room (Verse) Since I was a shorty coming up with trays and 40’s Used to pretend with the homies, playin cops and OG’s Are you dancing with the handsome ugly darkness? Posted up on stalker like pardon me Could you buy a blunt for me? We wrote it up with Marcus Front of Bone’s apartment stone laughin Flickin roaches, we was coaches Lost and something found, they was playin Snoopy cube Even a youth I was bumpin underground yo I knew I was late runnin out home I knew I was slippin with some crypts runnin from stone Photo we wore sneakers, we ball, we all innocent Took a hit, started losing grip off our own standin Colliseum As my dome bled, beat me like I stole something from er Went to school in Santa Monica, My mama must be home, summing the drums and her harmonica Remind me of the Christian choir, all for Lincoln Pee Pee burnin dipped in fire, Bonnie burn me off a great burn Take a right back when daddy was alive Days turn to nights, Philipp’s barbeque, house at Darnes, Murphy high Aim up was my first, touched it by the bungallows, Never could afford it for the forward was reversed, Been broke since out of bonds Statuary situations, grown men and little girls And there was girls at the shows, chorus and the verse Fore I was a spitter was a n***a from the dirt Staring at the a** on the back Miss Scott Hopscotch, bu*terscotch, now it’s bu*ter when I rock Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots (Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots And whatnots, yes) (Bridge) Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean UV raiders, ain’t showin no green (Hook) I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know? Wanted that ba**, that clappin that boom That backseat swinging the EP but no room So sa**y, meet me at Telly or Gotelly Straight shoppin what I wear, paint the luggage when you’re ready (Hook) I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know? Wanted that ba**, that clappin that boom That backseat swinging the EP but no…