Damu Ridas - Give It Up lyrics

[G LEN:] 16 months in the pen, now I'm fresh out Scars on my knuckles from the Crabs that I socked out Sportin' all red with the bald-head Pumpin' lead with the infra-red, leavin' Crabs all dead Fresh red Tay' ?? hat with the FUBU Stand B'd up fool f** wearin' boo-boo West Side k**ers claimin' Denver Avenue And ain't goin' like I f** Crab b**hes too with my hat on I peel the Crab hood get my gat on Flue hat and flue strings, you won't catch me with that on But you can catch me in a party throwin' a Blood walk (WOOP WOOP) Definitely dumb the Crab language, all I know is Blood talk like Boda born nuts bandy boffee and bigarettes n***as and n***arettes, red rubber bands and berettes yeah I'm sneakin' in Crab funerals like a spy Just to see Crabs' moma cry [B-BRAZY:] Give it up WOOP! WOOP! We all down too buzz WOOP! WOOP! If you bangin' n***a give it up [DOGG:] And it's the type of sh** gon' send me back to jail To bustin' on n***as with Gauge shell f** around and I'ma bail Attack you with it, step you with it Take your money and cap you with it Tell your girl I'ma mack you with it White and red pearl Cadillac you with it Face to face I might shake you with it I'm on ?? with it West Coast see was saggin' with carrying it Rat pack crossing 'em out on the Denver with it Bloods gangster and Crabs are scary with it [B-BRAZY:] Give it up WOOP! WOOP! We all down too buzz WOOP! WOOP! If you bangin' n***a give it up [LIL LEAK & B-BRAZY:] I just back to the hood And I've already heard some bad new The homie just got shot it by some Crab fool We 'bout to get this n***a's back, grab the Mac, we about to go Front Venice and catch this buster n***as on the road Or maybe route On west At the liquor store We about to catch him while he's slippin' and just k** him know I hate Crabs from heart I let them ?? collar And represent with only real motherf**ers No bustas allowed You know about this gangster sh** Bustin' on n***as that hate the gang I'm hangin' with n***as in the wrong colors gettin' tossed up Can't go if you ain't gon' bust If I die - bury me Hang my balls in the tree on F-I-G If they fall Take about it I bet it they taste like a 109 [B-BRAZY:] Give it up WOOP! WOOP! We all down too buzz WOOP! WOOP! Red strings in our Chucks Henneby And a gang of weed And a proper-a** b**h to skeez [GLEN, DOGG, B-BRAZY, LIL LEAK:] One-two ?cannot buckles? in my shoes Just right red strings, sportin' Dickies and hang Joy riding off P.T. And my momma call when my Doggs jumpin' out sockin' Crabs I don't D.P. Dirty Chucks in the jail house Quick to push up this situation now it dips and push ups They get pumped up To run up and get socked up Backed on with the hood blocked out B-Braze 9 ?? of braids (WOOP WOOP) Red strings, Figueroa gang Tired of y'all n***as tryin' to bite the WOOP So I'm dumpin' out on you fools out the Broam Six-Deuce (WOOP WOOP) I'm a G-ride drivin', C-K Ridin' Damu Blood bangin' f** what you claimin' Aimin' 4-5's and 9's Throwin' gang sign Put the infra-red beam Blood Get 'em everytime [B-BRAZY:] Give it up WOOP! WOOP! We all down too buzz WOOP! WOOP! Red strings in our Chucks Henneby And a gang of weed And a proper-a** b**h to skeez...