Gee Bizzy Rightnow - Los Awesome lyrics

[Produced by Pharrell Williams] [Hook] I'm a groovy type n***a, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather g**n with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my g**n with you [Verse 1] Groovy n***a, jumped off of the peg 4th by my 3rd leg, plead the 5th No L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the sh** It ain't much up on our list, shoot the k**er and hit the licks Get EBT up out the b**h, g**ning, f** a clique Yup, I'm looking for a scrap See, my Cripping done spread around the world Put his top below his bottom, it's the reaper [Pre-Hook] Looking like the reaper in your driveway Strays through your living room Liable to drive-by on a summer day July 4th will be in June Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum The sound that the drums sing [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't make me put a lean to a n***a spleen Shells through a n***a, pariiing, Peedi Crack, riiing Stop a dream in its tracks beam down Little boy now, dream little boy, dream Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget Diamond on my rollie, teach a n***a how to fridge it Looking at the times, they been winning for a minute See my neck, co-defendant, what's the problem? Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper [Pre-Hook + Hook] [Bridge] Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the Cripping Blue on campus know it happened Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the Cripping Then the Bloods done got it brackin' [Verse 3: Jay Rock] (Suwoo!) I'm just a Eastside n***a William Nickerson, show you what it be like, n***a Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, n***a Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, n***a Handle bars of a Schwinn, guns blow like dusty winds Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good Tell n***as tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from? We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers n***as that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar Seemed the soul was long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper [His & Her Fiend Interlude]