Tweedy Bird Loc - Mafia Lane lyrics

[Intro: Big Wy] Right What's up to all the busta a** n***as Punk-a** b**hes Swingin' on the nuts of the WOOP! WOOP! For the motherf**in' M and the L n***a West Sider, C-K Riders You know I'm sayin', all that sh** What's up B-Brazy? Uh [Verse 1: Lil' Hawk & Big Wy] n***a, tell 'em where you from West Side Inglewood Blood, tell 'em your name Lil' Hawk Red Rider The C.M.G. is the hood that I clizzaim D.L.B. Mafia Lanes and ain't sh** changed You Ricket n***as must respect this M and the L Y.G.'s and can't no Crabs check this Crab n***as need to k** the noise Cause they don't wanna f** with us blood clot boys I'm on the mission, n***a And there go the G-Ride I hop inside showin' these Crabs what that B like The C-Side ready to wanna f** with this? Slippin' and slidin', C-K Ridin' And f** the Crabs, n***a this is M and the L I rather let them fools straight burn in hell Four menace and I'm out, Y.G. Lil' Hawkster Denver Lanes and them Crenshaw Mafia, n***a [Chorus] WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane (West Side is in the motherf**in' house, n***a) WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane [Verse 2: Lil' Laniak] Hoo-ridin' on the WestSide, a lil' something something The n***a that tripped out but is the same n***a that's comin' With the Mafia Lanes runnin' eveything if you ask me Hawk and Wy in the house, watchin these n***as that's tryin' to blast me While the Crabs get bucked, while YG's on our nuts Tryin' to stomp not givin' a f**, bangin' out Coupes, Cut- Cutla**es and Regals, Desert Eagles in our laps Not to stash, we on the map for bustin' on Crabs (WOOP WOOP) Red flags, khakis saggin' lower than before That n***a from 104th to 109th and Figueroa Ain't no joke, Crabs get smoked, you say "loc" you die Enter at your own risk and welcome to the WestSide Where hoo-ride on the flee side to K ride (WOOP WOOP) Tell your friends it's that fool Lil' Laniak Duce With the khaki suit, dickie boots, I'm always G'd up Smokin' some weed up, throwin' the L and the B up To you, him, them, the CM's with me In the D-E-N-V-E-R-L-A-N-E Still throwed off that bud, throwin' up Blood, khakis to our knees b**hes dick teasin' gets bust in they mugs What's up Wy and Hawkster? THE MAFIA'S THE HOUSE! Bangin' with the Lane and aimin' and taking the Franklins out [Chorus] WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane (Woop Woop) WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane [Verse 3: Big Wy] How could a Crab go up against a Dog? Yeah, b**h it's me: Big Wy Y.G., uh With the untold mystery story to tell About the motherf**in' WestSide M and the L We bring Crabs to they knees Bow down and scream "please!" I wear up beanie and jeans at a hundred degrees Set trips, I k** Rips, M and L on that a** The enemy shooter gangsta mack Disrespect, I call you Crab (WOOP WOOP) I drink gin and take weed to the brain I smoke weed to pause And hit you up off the "more bounce" And that's real, take it how you wanna take it k**in' friends and hoes Claimin' tears of foes You wanna chuck? Bring a gun, n***a, f** a talk I give up M and the L, WOOP WOOP when I Blood-walk Stomp to your hood, I got your head on the ceiling In the streets you slippin', steady dippin' you trippin' C-Note you's a punk-a** Crab b**h I got my strap throw aim at your cleavage It's the L and the M, M and L the same n***a, peace to Rick James, Blood Mafia/Lanes [Chorus] WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP Mafia Lane.. [Outro] CRENSHAW MAFIA DENVER LANES