lirik lagu time is gone – damu ridas (bloods)
[verse 1: o.g.]
bailin’ up out the east side, ready to go, hittin’ the door
n*ggas goin’ down and dropped off with them triple gold
thangs, but now a slopes ain’t givin’ a f*ck
about a copper tryin’ to stop us, sayin’ f*ck them hoes, we stacking ’em up
and to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player
n*ggas up in my city cluckin’ the most grip, we all into birds
and it’s worth to the n*ggas in my * hood
that’s movin’ a motherf*ckin’ thangs doin’ real * good
know y’all, what’s up boy, yo without love and tell it’s hard
all my n*ggas is comin’ up and gettin’ large
droppin’ the top and never to drop a motherf*ckin’ dime
homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time
the consequence as a real b*tch
but n*ggas should know what’s worth than your word
so you best to clock your f*ckin’ grip
n*ggas don’t wreck yourself but get your f*ckin’ grind on
go for the k!ll so you can chill ‘fore your f*ckin’ time’s gone, n*ggas
[verse 2: green eyez]
now i’m bailin’ down the four, n*gga, bhakis creased
then i laugh when i hear a crab * hollerin’ about peace
n*gga must be brazy, that sh*t ain’t in my vocab
i put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
then head to the hospital, my job ain’t done
i want to bee his ass b*tch feet deep, and then some
leavin’ motherf*ckers in a big hole
went to scoop up young leak, pops and my n*gga dogg
pops lit up one of those fat*ass blunts
now i’m high as f*ck, n*gga, on the crab hunt
the first crab i bee, my mind goes hostile
i load the gun and put one in his nostrils
for disrespecting
i’m knowin’ for checkin’ a ricket
tryin’ to come to * low key and bickin’
with this motherf*ckin’ dog hollerin’ “what’s up blood!?”
1*0*4 like i said, always draped in red
and if i hear you say “crab” then n*gga it’s on
and your ass’ll die * before your time is gone
[verse 3: big wy & lil’ stretch]
now tell me who the f*ck’s next up on this mic?
c*k big wy finna punch out your f*ckin’ life
here comes the smasher, straight crab crusher
k!llin’ all rickets, baby mamas and crab lovers
well boy, f*ck all these n*ggas wearin’ all that flue sh*t
i f*ck up sh*t and i likes to k!ll f*ckin’ rips
we roll on them n*ggas if them n*ggas hangin’ out
roll up to them n*ggas blow they motherf*ckin’ brains out
buck his motherf*ckin’ brains, let these n*ggas know we ain’t bullsh*ttin’
empty yo clip and show these crabs who they’re f*ckin’ with
c*k ridin’, damu ridin’
motherf*ckin’ bounty hunters five line pridin’
now tell me motherf*ckin’ crab n*gga what’s stoppin’ ya?
the y.g. gangsta regulator crenshaw mafia
n*ggas better recognize some k!llers in your f*ckin’ face
n*ggas gettin’ slapped with the motherf*ckin’ tec, b*tch
i c*k all day, all the motherf*ckin’ time
it’s in my mind all the time, n*gga 1*0*9
c*k ridin’ is the motherf*ckin’ mission
k!llin’ all crabs, makin’ n*ggas come up missing
m and l, l and the m, all the sh*t is good
west side is the hood, neighborhood, call it inglewood
n*gga where i’m from? the motherf*ckin’ projects
where n*ggas get wrecked and they motherf*ckin’ chin checked
bust ’em in his motherf*ckin’ face, let these n*ggas know
you from the five and i’m from the 1*0*4
we shootin’ them motherf*ckin’ crabs everyday for fun and don’t forget
n*ggas been down every since motherf*ckin’ day one
i smoke bud! f*ck these n*ggas smokin’ loop
i [?] woop woop when i scream woop out the f*ckin’ coupe
i got them motherf*ckin’ bhakis and a t*shirt
black starter cap ready to put in work
the motherf*ckin’ w period to the f*ckin’ youngsta
i went to century and fig’ i’m ready to spray on you motherf*cker
n*gga i’m a soldier, holdin’ f*ckin’ boulders
n*ggas want to run up, you suckers, i told you
i thought you to the motherf*ckers know a n*gga told you
crenshaw and century and play on figueroa
so never forget when you’re f*ckin’ with these soldiers
big wy and lil’ stretch, n*gga, yes we (i) told you
[outro]
f*ck you punk*ass n*ggas, n*gga
big wy ain’t sayin’ bullsh*t, n*gga
see n*ggas better recognize
biiiaaatch!
west side m and the l
east side!
ballin’ on these n*gga
crenshaw mafia for life
regulatin’ n*ggas out n*gga
you know i don’t give a f*ck n*gga
i’m ready f*ckin up this sh*t
it’s on n*gga
yeah
it’s on n*gga
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