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[B-BRAZY:] Something for them active niggaz, nigga That really be hangin' understand? (Woop, fool nigga) These niggaz is locked up, that's really be doin' then we do the bustin' (West Side Woop Woop) Y'all niggaz don't be bustin', nigga Hood ornaments, understand (Family Gang, Get 'em Braze, Avenues, Get 'em Braze) Nigga Nigga this is low budget in the game green Get 'em Braze [B-BRAZY:] It took a nigga 16 months, now I'm back on the streets I takes a taxi to the hood and to the Swap Meet I got the penitentiary braids with the string on the tip I'm headed straight to Mama Shop so I can get whiped I done got a lil' swoller, fresh curl of the roller Holdin' about 16 inch, 17 inch ??? curl hangin' to the shoulders Bitches know the Braze from Denver Lanes that keep them hoes glazed, O-Kay Crime pays and niggaz Braze is proof Finally got the gold tooth to match the gold Coup (Woop-Woop) I'm the rider that be drivin' this West Side bucket I heat 'em up and eat 'em up and tell my homeboy Puncy (Woop-Woop) [B-BRAZY:] Y'all niggaz know my name, bang on everything SongtexteDrink Hennessy, smoke up weed Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys [GREEN EYEZ:] From the 7 to 8 back down to the Duece (Woop Woop) Inglewood Family Gangstas, we ain't down with no truce But lettin' loose on these niggaz if they want static And my nigga Vamp come thru bustin' with the Tec-9 automatic Gangbang fanatic I was addicted to the drama In and out of jail causin' hell to my mama Went through trauma when Peanut 1 & 2 got killed (Woop Woop) And I promise when I hit the tilt some Crabs gonna get killed I was once told Blood that all Dawgs go to Heaven And that on the Four, 8-Block, 9-Duece and 7-7's And while I was incarcerated I was most hated And on the bee these Crab niggaz knew I couldn't be faded I finally made it even though I'm all about my chips When it comes to the real I kills and set trips But I just don't give a fuck this is Green Eyez Deuce And even though I stay in Crab hood they know Blood rules [B-BRAZY:] Y'all niggaz know my name, bang on everything Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys [G'LEN:] Off Hen' with the devilish grin It's G'Len, shootin' slugs at skin drawing blood like LBN's (WOOP! WOOP!) If you don't wanna die nigga don't look my way just Act like a Crab (yeah) and walk sideways L'gangin', bitches swangin, Dickies hangin' M-L is smooth bailin' WOOP WOOP and straight bangin' Think twice nigga 'fore you fuck with meee West Side S.C. F.R.G. Fig' Rida Gand nigga fuck whatcha heard When you hear WOOP WOOP that's our word Keep the Duece-5 in shoes on my P's & Q's On Fig' splittin wigs catch me on the evening news [LIL LEAK:] Let me tell my side of this gangster story Where I'm from: no guts, no glory, it's mandatory To be down for your set, respect is the key You can't be no buster bangin' the "P", I'm from Ten-9 street Not on Fig' but on Crenshaw the infamous A-P gang You disrespect I break your jaw, fuck the law Bitches' Crabs and they dead ones I bang with niggaz in flame belts you know the red ones And this is for my Dawgs Restin In Heaven Be-Real and Big Bo... Crab 187 [B-BRAZY:] Ah, y'all niggaz know my name, bang on everything Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys... Aus Songtexte Mania