Pimp D (Bloods) - Damu Ride lyrics

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Pimp D (Bloods) - Damu Ride lyrics

[Hook: B-Brazy] Let's get high biiitch In my Damu Ride Sittin' on the gold ones Hittin' that side to side [Verse 1: B-Brazy] Biiitch I'm 'bout to come with that flow that's stupid I don't smoke loop trick Just pure marijuana A O.G. behind us lookin' for Don Juanas So I can light 'em up like a Philly blunt of ganja (Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?) b**h I'm gonna k** me some Crabs (Well what do you consider Crabs?) f*gs with flue rags Well let the Crab-k**in', b**h-k**in' Braze hit the stage Grab the mic and all the b**hes pussies started to get glazed What's happ'nin' Blood? It's the Lanes, Grape Crab k**a gang Bhakis hang like it's the thang, Blood Fool I'm rollin' with the k**as b**h the Mafia Denvers Couple of the Blood gangs that be ridin' on thangs I'm cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich Figueroa Rida Gang b**h, the street and the click [Hook: B-Brazy] Let's get high biiitch In my Damu Ride Sittin' on the gold ones Hittin' that side to side [Verse 2: Pimp D] Hoppin' to the '4 It's time to take a ride With the muthaf**in' Damus Ride n***a from back side to side Watch the three wheel motion Headed on up and then we keep on boastin' Flossin' on the D's, b**hes all on them nuts But this brazy-a** n***a Ain't givin' a mad-a** f** About no s*ut Oh, I never I'm settin' off shots because I'm so damn clever Now whatcha wanna do? I'm down with the f**in' Dogs from the East to the West Statin' on the f**in 'Shaw So back the f** on up B-I-tch please, it's the Y-G Pimp D I'm in it for the cash money Now what you talkin' about?! NUTHIN' I SUPPOSE! That's why we catch n***as slippin' on the Golden Chrome Ahaha... n***a don't even try to figure Why the Damu Ridas are the real cap peelers, n***a [Hook: B-Brazy] Let's get high biiitch In my Damu Ride Sittin' on the gold ones Hittin' that side to side [Verse 3: B-Brazy] I need a shiny gold tooth To match the naughty Daytons in the Coupe (Brazy ballin' now) Now ain't that the truth Wash her up, charge her up or shoot your boggie for the b**hes Sunday night you be Everythang bu*ton on switches It's about Who's flossin' the most And who's tossin' the most And which muthaf**in' ride keep hoppin' the most For the ho's whoever toss the Brazy's deuce All tryin' to get cute For this n***a in the Coupe That be rollin' 4 deep Red beanies in a rider, pancake at the light Tsoop! Raise the front higher Just left the Denver Lanes we baravanning to the bumps Quarter over in Crab hood Blood the One-Times got a Y-G bumped up But they just gave mad at ticket so we West Side roll So we all can go and bick it At the party in the Dena's the M and L's keep it goin' on 'WOOP 'WOOP 1-0-9 'WOOP 'WOOP for 1-0-4 [Hook: B-Brazy] Let's get high biiitch In my Damu Ride Sittin' on the gold ones Hittin' that side to side [Verse 4: Peanut 2] Peanut Deuce on the twisters Got 'em off swing Blood I'm entertaitin' Mafia Lane and In a Lex ??? bumper them B-dog cut So when I hit your a** up fool you better give it up Rollin' with Eight and Braze, Hawk, Yak and Spider (Damus and Ru's only roll with true C-K Ridas --] BRAZE) f** beatin' 'round the bush, Denver Lanes on the map And I feel like a mack twistin' up a dub sack E-Bo and the Lanes be me hoppin' like a '4 And I hit a few more, let 'em swingin' little mo' It's the Figueroa thugs, Y-G Bloods Now let me hit the Henne-B so I can catch a buzz When I'm slippin' and slidin' On the West Side and Crossin' on whoever ain't Damu Ride (f** Individual's, Boover's...) [Hook: B-Brazy] Let's get high biiitch In my Damu Ride Sittin' on the gold ones Hittin' that side to side [Verse 5: Lil' Hawk] Front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride It's me and my n***as rollin' through the West Side Dipped than a muthaf**a on D's, steady swervin' Down Crenshaw, n***a's trippin' I'mma serve 'em I'm not goin' out like these other n***as You either blink wrong I'mma squeeze the f**in' trigger I'm not tryin' to be the man but I can be the man So I hope you n***as and b**hes really understand Not to f** around you gets clowned Either way it go from the streets either on the studio Where we don't give a f** And bring it on if you think you got nuts Blood you better know the time Because I love my 9, will relax your muthaf**in' mind sh**, what can I say? Rollin' in my ride n***a it's just another day [Hook: B-Brazy] Let's get high biiitch In my Damu Ride Sittin' on the gold ones Hittin' that side to side