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[B-BRAZY] Ladies and Gentlemen Please give me a nice round of applause for ny nephew Li'l Hawk YG Bring your ass out here Blood Pull your pants up nigga [LI'L HAWK] Comin' right back at you, Blood it's me It's that Crab killin' nigga 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-motherfuckin'-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 ass With my strap, ready to blast, nigga fuck all Crabs And um... I don't give a fuck you know And 1-0-4 be the street where it's at for sure So many niggas 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 SongtexteTo the tick and the tock and the tock to the tick On the B you Crab niggas can't fuck with this (yeah!) [CHORUS] Hold up, stay off the nuts Crenshaw Mafia niggas don't give a fuck Ooooweee, who could it be? It's that nigga Li'l Hawk Y-motherfuckin'-Geee [LI'L HAWK] Now come take a ride with a nigga 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 motherfuckin' 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 bitch Should've been a B-Dog, it was all to the good (WOOP! WOOP!) But now I got to kill you 'cause you from the wrong hood This is Bloods bitch, you better recognise You will get fucked 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 fuck with this (WOOP! WOOP!) [CHORUS] Hold up, stay off the nuts Crenshaw Mafia niggas don't give a fuck Ooooweee, who could it be? It's that nigga Li'l Hawk Y-motherfuckin'-Geee [LI'L HAWK] True Flue Killa! How the fuck you figure You fucked around and got the wrong nigga Come to take my motherfuckin' hood for a joke you'll get smoked out ?Pino? ass biatch ain't shit to let you know And your shady-ass ?hole? motherfucker to the roaster You know you can't fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas, I'mma ride with my niggas and If I got to I'mma die with my niggas gettin' High with my niggas, it's just another day In the Crenshaw Mafia Gang C-motherfucking-K I can't stop, I won't stop, I refuse to quit And you motherfuckers know you can't fuck with this, biiatch! [CHORUS] Hold up, stay off the nuts Crenshaw Mafia niggas don't give a fuck (yeah, yeah) Ooooweee, who could it be? It's that nigga Li'l Hawk Y-motherfuckin'-Geeeeeeeeee [B-BRAZY] Ah Goddammit, goddammit.. Turn that shit down now, that's my nephew now Goddamn turn that shit off goddammit Fuck that got to pay due Put on some B.B. King or somethin'.. Damn it true shit It's Crazy Pops Y motherfuckin' G (that's the homeboy G-Bo...) You know I'm sayin' from Crenshaw Mafia Motherfuckers... Aus Songtexte Mania