Damu Ridas - 104% No Kut lyrics

[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!