Tweedy Bird Loc - n***a Can't f** With This lyrics

[Intro: B-Brazy] Ladies and Gentlemen Please give me a nice round of applause for ny nephew Li'l Hawk YG Bring your a** out here Blood Pull your pants up n***a [Verse 1: Lil' Hawk] Comin' right back at you, Blood it's me It's that Crab k**in' n***a from the C.M.G.B D.L. when I bail up this biggety biggety block With my hand on my Glock Ready to pop and watch these fools drop I'm Li'l Hawk From the Crenshaw-motherf**in'-Mafia Swoopin' and woopin' candy apple Coupe and Hair full of ?P.T.?, Black Pumas, red stripes Black bhakis, red flag, takin' off on the mic I'm not Snoop But I'm quick to diggety dog your a** With my strap, ready to blast, n***a f** all Crabs And um... I don't give a f** you know And 1-0-4 be the street where it's at for sure So many n***as representin' the B and When the funk gets jumpin' all the Crabs get to runnin' But it ain't no hide when I'm C.K. Ridin' Slippin' and Slidin' and we all West Side To the tick and the tock and the tock to the tick On the B you Crab n***as can't f** with this (yeah!) [Hook] Hold up, stay off the nuts Crenshaw Mafia n***as don't give a f** Ooooweee, who could it be? It's that n***a Li'l Hawk Y-motherf**in'-Geee [Verse 2: Lil' Hawk] Now come take a ride with a n***a like me On the other side of town where the Bloods put it down Steppin' right every night, Inglewood is where it's at With my dog S.P., B-Braze and Li'l Yak Mad Eye with the sack, cup of yack, that's my G Homie from the hood and he rollin' with me Till the wheels fall off YG Li'l Hawk As I bails up the block with this limp in my walk But since I talk that talk that be so way out I'm about to blow a motherf**in' Crab's brain out Lay him out in the street, a dead Crab can't snitch And that's what you get, you went out like a b**h Should've been a B-Dog, it was all to the good (WOOP! WOOP!) But now I got to k** you cause you from the wrong hood This is Bloods b**h, you better recognise You will get f**ed up slippin' on the West Side (best side) 104 C.M.G. it don't quit I'm Li'l Hawkster from the Mafia, you can't f** with this (WOOP! WOOP!) [Hook] Hold up, stay off the nuts Crenshaw Mafia n***as don't give a f** Ooooweee, who could it be? It's that n***a Li'l Hawk Y-motherf**in'-Geee [Verse 3: Lil' Hawk] True Flue k**a! How the f** you figure You f**ed around and got the wrong n***a Come to take my motherf**in' hood for a joke you'll get smoked out ?Pino? a** b*atch ain't sh** to let you know And your shady-a** ?hole? motherf**er to the roaster You know you can't f** with this Bloodclot Boy Handles my business Let my gat ?? and jerk YG Li'l Hawk puttin' in the most work Ahhoowww Yaba-Daba-Doo Young G in this game n***a fool I ain't new to, don't Trip, don't slip, don't enter the Mafias The homies from the hood will break you off somethin' proper I'mma roll with my n***as, I'mma ride with my n***as and If I got to I'mma die with my n***as gettin' High with my n***as, it's just another day In the Crenshaw Mafia Gang C-motherf**ing-K I can't stop, I won't stop, I refuse to quit And you motherf**ers know you can't f** with this, biiatch! [Hook] Hold up, stay off the nuts Crenshaw Mafia n***as don't give a f** (yeah, yeah) Ooooweee, who could it be? It's that n***a Li'l Hawk Y-motherf**in'-Geeeeeeeeee [Outro: B-Brazy] Ah Goddammit, goddammit.. Turn that sh** down now, that's my nephew now Goddamn turn that sh** off goddammit f** that got to pay due Put on some B.B. King or somethin'.. Damn it true sh** It's Crazy Pops Y motherf**in' G (that's the homeboy G-Bo...) You know I'm sayin' from Crenshaw Mafia Motherf**ers..