Tweedy Bird Loc - YGB's Are the Braziest lyrics

[Intro] Oh yeah n***as... Back in this motherf**er... The Y-G's We don't give a f** n***a, know I'm sayin' Yeah, we the Crenshaw Mafia... L gang WOOP WOOP You know I'm sayin' We 'bout to regulate this sh** Crab n***as can hate this... f**... Beeyaatch [Verse 1: B-Brazy] I break your nose, wreck shows, plus bomb on hoes Yo, wear gangsta clothes, drive a Coupe full of hoes And I'm supposin' that you wants to ride with these B-Dogs, b**h Since I'm beamin' gold red rides on this Rag 6-6 Hey b**h no perm just a curl for the girl New 3-80 for these bustas as I twistin' twirl Hoes be all the 9 since they heard B-Braze signed But I ain't switch to f** that b**h me and 8-Ball switch Y-G's on mind quick to - knock you out Eyes open, get your teeth slap right down your mouth Fools like me keeps it rollin' Down Fig' ??? from Colden They stay hood say all hood they starts unloadin' I'm - holdin' These nuts cause they're big Aw sh** B-Brazy from the 9th and Fig' Still breakin' down the door Screamin' Figueroa Last time I hitted your a** up with that, hey yo yo Now b**hes grab your panties n***as grab a 'Bird and Bool-Aid And finally a whole verse with Brazy Daze biiitch [Hook] I know you hate this but you can't fade this Y-G-B n***as are the braziest I know you hate this but you can't fade this Y-G-B n***as are the braziest I know you hate this but you just can't fade this Who you know Y-G-B are the braziest [Verse 2: G-Spider] I'm comin' with a new twist, I'm bullsh**' for the ridas And if you don't know me call Y-G Spider Homicider from the Wild Wild West Side Crenshaw Mafia Gangster No, I ain't the prankster I bank your much faster than Swift As I go enter rest fools best beware where is young sick-a** G And that be me From the 10-4 street by the close Swap Meet On Century, C-K all day And maybe late night if the G-ride is tight what that B like side-side Nevertheless you claim motherf**ers keep stressin' So I keep scrappin' and cappin' with my Smif & Wesson n***as can't f** with me, myself and I The Cren murder gang in the D-L (right) Can't we get a WOOP WOOP for this gangsta track? (WOOP! WOOP!) 4 packs, a jimmy hats for the punk hoodrats That be swingin' on the nuts of this young-a** G's I set a trap for the B-I-tches with some G's [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil' Hawk] Now it's a lil' something that must be spoke on About the Crenshaw Mafia and is how we get a roll on But peep - sh** ain't got deep On the block last night About four Crab n***as drop You wanna bang? Motherf**ers what's up?! I'm 'bout to put that motherf**er gaze right up to your nut Aw... n***a, you didn't know? About the 1-0-4 red Taggin' n***as' toes I'm not showin' no mercy in this game Lil' Hawk Y-G and peelin' Crabs is the thang A-B crossin' out the C And we don't give a f**, West Side C-M-G B-L double O-D k**er E-R-I-C-K-E-T Shoot him up bang bang with the Mac-11 See 1-8-7 all Bloods go to heaven You just can't f** with this It's the 1-9-9-5 all Crab n***a dis ??? b**h [Hook]