comin’ straight from the brain lyrics – damu ridas

[b-brazy & lil’ hawk]
crabs b**tch
can’t stop, won’t stop
mafia lane gang

[lil’ hawk]
now this is the moment that you’ve been waitin’ for
a n*gg* like the 10-4 mafioso
don’t f*ck up for nuthin’, hit and break ’em down
crenshaw mafia gangsta and i’m not? of pound

[b-brazy]
finally braze kick a m*th*f*ckin’ verse
told b*tch: hold the f*ck up and watch your f*ckin’ purse
cause i’m finna go crazy
it’s me b-brazy
bumpin’ all the ladies

[lil’ hawk]
now peep all game cause all game must get peeped
first n*gg* talk sh*t i’ma put his *ss to sleep
4-7 k n*gg* it’s the street slip
but i don’t trip m*th*f*cka? blood

[b-brazy]
now b-dog walkin’, talkin’ crabs in the streets
it’s the denver lane blood – hun’ and 9th street
crab n*gg*s can’t fade this and can’t f*ck with this
this y-g-b smokin’ on some hennessy

[lil’ hawk]
now as i hit the l block who in the f*ck that i be
with a red flag bhakis sag s to the p (b*tch)
my n*gg* had a sack, cup of ‘gnac, that’s my n*gg*
we don’t give a f*ck two y-g be crab killas

[b-brazy]
shootin’ dice, big tone and big gangsta pro
on the hun’ and ninth street to figueroa
the og’s doin’ their way baller than the yg’s
but we the young tyg n*gg* fig’ yg’s

[lil’ hawk]
i don’t give a f*ck, fill a n*gg* to the rim
jump in a mustang with mad eye to the brim
we got a dub-sack now we high than a m*th*f*cka
crenshaw mafia we don’t f*ck with no busta

[b-brazy]
set trip with bloods through the l gang don’t give a f*ck
if you talkin’ that sh*t you might get f*cked up
by the ygb’s: braze and k-p
hun’ and ninth to figueroa street biiiyaaaatch

[lil’ hawk]
one two motherf*ckin’ three (b-gang)
c-m-d-l-m-s-b
i don’t give a f*ck
b-s-b and i gots to give it up to the i-f-g

[b-brazy]
red hat
red motherf*ckin’ strings
ain’t a d*mn thang changed, mafia and these lanes
still doin’ this sh*t for the 1-9-9-5
so f*ckin’ high, b*tches know why

[lil’ hawk]
now i roll thru the streets of inglewood in l.a.
i be puttin’ down everyday, everynight c.k.
as i don’t give a f*ck, all bloods go to heaven
4 menace, crenshaw mafia is still 1-8-7

[b-brazy]
hit the dollars cause my homegirl trey dogg
got a gang of hoes that wanna f*ck us all
so we gon’ hit the pound of m*th*f*ckin’ jay z
me and the homie twit, mad mo, bee mike…

[lil’ hawk]
now as i party on the west side, it’s poppin’ at 10 but
how many trick b*tches gon’ get in?
they wanna swing on my nuts cause it’s the 3-1-8
sayin’ lil’ hawk yg up in my face

[b-brazy]
it’s like watch out for the tree
it’s the ygeee mr. b-bra-to the-zee
on the microphone like never before
let you know about the figueroa-figueora

[lil’ hawk]
flexin’
style is wild is just that’s me
ooh wee
the c-m the y the g-b
godd*mn, i explode, i f*ck sh*t up
i ain’t don’t give a f*ck yg’s go nuts

[b-brazy]
now i can get
ol’ dirty b*st*rd
it’s me braze-daze that all
b*st*rd
from figueroa and shot your car and bust the whole f*ckin’ window
i’m high off the motherf*ckin’ endo

[lil’ hawk]
but i can get gummyyy
like?
you little dummyyyy
gimme your moneyyy
it’s kinda funnyyy but hold meee
homieee, sh*t godd*mn i get stupid
inglewood denver and back to?

[b-brazy]
now, shoot the dice what they hittin’ for?
i bail, i hit 9th for motherf*ckin’ 10 and the 4
now what you wanna do? i take that sucker bet
cause you’s a sucker-*ss b*tch
you ain’t fig and jet

[lil’ hawk]
but who the f*ck we and guess who to f*ck up?
we gank you at ten and you lay that monkey nuts now
what the f*ck your *ss gon’ do next
don’t even trip n*gg* you would get chin check

[b-brazy]
straight? you
then i take you in
chin in your face then go hittin’ your friends
cause i’m a bang to the boogie
boogie to the bang
this is west side denver lane gang

[lil’ hawk]
i don’t stand, can’t stand motherf*ckin’ y-b
but when i catch text kinda make me feel like i’m equal
to they devil-*ss but f*ck them and the crab
i don’t give a f*ck i just stand

[b-brazy]
it’s that n*gg* from figueroa street
the rider, the gang
the c-k, the rider, the motherf*ckin’ gang
the lane, we doin’ at the most
f*ck boovers, f*ck
bubble gums, f*ck this hoe

[lil’ hawk]
that’s motherf*ckin’ right especially you
motherf*cka that be claimin’ true flue
every f*ckin’ hood on that tape n*gg* f*ck you n*gg*s
i don’t give a f*ck, got my? to y’all

[b-brazy]
y’all dirty-*ss b*st*rd leave you? your boo-boo back
before
because you crab n*gg*s lookin’ crazy of b-dawg
lookin’ us b’d up like a son
d-o-b-g’d up with my f*ckin’ gun

/ damu ridas lyrics