Damu Ridas II (Bloods) - Darby M-f**'n Park lyrics

(B-Brazy) Check this out relative n***a Take this lil' 45.000 n***a And buy you a b(c)utless, a coupè n***a And a dope sack n***a And do what the f** you supposed to do n***a And let these n***as know what's happ'nin (Green Eyes) Back up in the mix with some gangsta sh** I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip Or switched my script 32 months of hard time and grindin And I can't wait to touch down and get back to rhymin For so' gangsta green eyes gon keep it on the reala And for my scrilla, n***a this is anybody k**er Yeah muthaf**as I banged on wax But that's where you got me twisted at Cause I banged on facts With trizzele on my clip as I load And you can tell I'm a G my n***a By the way I hold it ('wood! 'wood!) *means ingleWOOD* Never foldin, unloadin when I'm under pressure 50 G's ta lick and not a penny lesser So I guess I gots ta come with that heat And put it down for all my true n***as in the streets So give it up, Inglewood, that's the hood we claim When we westside muthaf**in gang-bang (Chorus) 2x I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen Now I'm bangin on your punk-a** just once again So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart n***a you know where I'm at: Darby-muthaf**in-Park (Green Eyes) I done told you once, I done told you twice f**in with me is like f**in with your life Westside Inglewood and I'ma ride for it In a moment of silence call out my homies that died for it So all my life blood I'ma keep it real For all my n***as stressed out behind these punk-a** deals Can you feel, I spell blood for this sh** And on my hood I got love for this sh** Cause this gangsta sh** is somethin you can feel Especially when it's comin from a n***a that's real Young sick-a** n***as, YG's when we roll Matter of fact packin tec B.G.'s on hood patrole I don't parole and I'm still servin It's f**in with my nerves but I gotta flip this bourbon Haven't you heard that '98 is a straight paper chase So what you gon do when my Gat's in your face (Chorus) 2x (Green Eyes) Now it's about time for me to speak up my mind And get some sh** off my chest and clear up this mess Cause some cured about n***as got sh** crossed up I'm lookin for the other 2, 1 already got tossed up For speakin upon sh** and ain't doin nothin You b**h-a** n***a, you done pushed my bu*ton Wanna smile in my face and talk behind my back While I was incarcerated, now your a** is gettin faded I gave up the [(name of a set)] Because that's the block where I grew up I bangs with the 8's so the deuce is what I threw up Any questions, ask me now, n***a f** later Cause when I was in the pen n***a I was knockin out heavy weighters and playa haters Ain't got sh** ta say ta me Much DAMU love to each and every Y.G In the pen, the hood, the county n***a, whereever you at 2 muthaf**in A's ups and blaze a sack n***a (Chorus) 2x ...shout outs till the end...