Damu Ridas - Darby M-F*ck'n' Park lyrics

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*ck you supposed to do n***a And let these n***as know what's happ'nin 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*ckas 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*ckin gang-bang 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*ckin-Park I done told you once, I done told you twice F*ckin with me is like f*ckin 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*ckin 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 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 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*ck 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*ckin A's ups and blaze a sack n***a