Damu Ridas - Yall n***a's Know My Name lyrics

Something for them active n***as, n***a That really be hangin' understand? (Woop, fool n***a) These n***as is locked up, that's really be doin' then we do the bustin' (West Side Woop Woop) Y'all n***as don't be bustin', n***a Hood ornaments, understand (Family Gang, Get 'em Braze, Avenues, Get 'em Braze) n***a n***a this is low budget in the game green Get 'em Braze It took a n***a 16 months, now I'm back on the streets I takes a taxi to the hood and to the Swap Meet I got the penitentiary braids with the string on the tip I'm headed straight to Mama Shop so I can get whiped I done got a lil' swoller, fresh curl of the roller Holdin' about 16 inch, 17 inch ??? curl hangin' to the shoulders b**hes know the Braze from Denver Lanes that keep them hoes glazed, O-Kay Crime pays and n***as Braze is proof Finally got the gold tooth to match the gold Coup (Woop-Woop) I'm the rider that be drivin' this West Side bucket I heat 'em up and eat 'em up and tell my homeboy Puncy (Woop-Woop) Y'all n***as know my name, bang on everything Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys From the 7 to 8 back down to the Duece (Woop Woop) Inglewood Family Gangstas, we ain't down with no truce But lettin' loose on these n***as if they want static And my n***a Vamp come thru bustin' with the Tec-9 automatic Gangbang fanatic I was addicted to the drama In and out of jail causin' hell to my mama Went through trauma when Peanut 1 & 2 got k**ed (Woop Woop) And I promise when I hit the tilt some Crabs gonna get k**ed I was once told Blood that all Dawgs go to Heaven And that on the Four, 8-Block, 9-Duece and 7-7's And while I was incarcerated I was most hated And on the bee these Crab n***as knew I couldn't be faded I finally made it even though I'm all about my chips When it comes to the real I k**s and set trips But I just don't give a f*ck this is Green Eyez Deuce And even though I stay in Crab hood they know Blood rules Y'all n***as know my name, bang on everything Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys Off Hen' with the devilish grin It's G'Len, shootin' slugs at skin drawing blood like LBN's (WOOP! WOOP!) If you don't wanna die n***a don't look my way just Act like a Crab (yeah) and walk sideways L'gangin', b**hes swangin, Dickies hangin' M-L is smooth bailin' WOOP WOOP and straight bangin' Think twice n***a 'fore you f*ck with meee West Side S.C. F.R.G Fig' Rida Gand n***a f*ck whatcha heard When you hear WOOP WOOP that's our word Keep the Duece-5 in shoes on my P's & Q's On Fig' splittin wigs catch me on the evening news Let me tell my side of this gangster story Where I'm from: no guts, no glory, it's mandatory To be down for your set, respect is the key You can't be no buster bangin' the "P", I'm from Ten-9 street Not on Fig' but on Crenshaw the infamous A-P gang You disrespect I break your jaw, f*ck the law b**hes' Crabs and they dead ones I bang with n***as in flame belts you know the red ones And this is for my Dawgs Restin In Heaven Be-Real and Big Bo... Crab 187 Ah, y'all n***as know my name, bang on everything Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys...