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lirik lagu inglewood barz – lil’ hawk (bloods)

intro:

woop! yessir! once again, you are now tuned in to the red rida show, and i’mma keep it real wit’ y’all mothaf*ckas, i feel like, it’s only two real n*ggas left in the game and i’m both of ’em, on my mama, n*gga, there’s only two thangs i would ever bee in this mothaf*ckin’ world, and that’s a ufo, and a b*tch i couldn’t bust

verse:

come woop with me, n*gga, i’m from the ing
bity of the b’s, and a few p’s (woop!)
i’mma spit it for my n*ggas that be keepin’ it g
only smoke two thangs, enemies and weed
yeah, you dumped out yo’ boy in my red stores
twist it up, light it up, now i’m high as morgues
these n*ggas know my mothaf*ckin’ flow is sick
you see it, you can feel it, real g sh*t
i stepped off the porch, p*ssed on the tree
red nose, on this hoes, runnin’ on the b
i ain’t no mothaf*ckin’ sucka, you can love her, i’m a f*cka
you can call me what you want, just don’t call me no busta
k!lla kali, what you know about laura sally?
heated up, on the block, t*shirt and bhakis
come on, my n*gga, you just talkin’, you don’t do the walkin’
you ain’t that n*gga b*brazy, you don’t be lil’ hawkin’
you ain’t from the streets, you ain’t ’bout what you talkin’ ’bout (stop)
i sh*t you not, shut the f*ck up and close yo’ mouth
these n*ggas like me that’s why this sh*t is f*cked up
it’s not me, to be broke so i’m comin’ up
there’s two numbers that i’m lovin’, that’s the 10 to the 4
with the whip, on the ‘shaw, cats you didn’t know
ain’t gotta twist it, my n*gga, the woopers ain’t a fake
get yo’ ass outta line, you right back in check (for real)
i ain’t gotta beef with women just some punk b*tches
playin’ games, just a shame, stupid dumb b*tches
i ain’t with you that be trickin’, find another victim
i’m only bool when i strap the d*ck up and hit ’em
i get it on with these hoes i’m supposed to
be a sucka for a b*tch, that’s what i won’t do
the b*tches sw*ng when they bee me in the red strangs
i keep a thang just in case i gotta blow some brains
don’t be playin’ when you bee me out or in the field
i don’t wanna k!ll you n*ggas but i really will
so do me a favor, don’t be foolish, man, these bullets hot
this sh*t is hot like the pen, ain’t no warning shots
if you bee me let me know that i done woop, woop
if you not you know the bidness, n*gga, screw you
i’m stakin’ on me because i’m green like an avocado
wassup, to them homies out in denver, colorado (woop)
mack and doe, asia b, my n*gga doe, what’s happenin’?
red pagez, upset, reggie’s that’s brackin’
from the bottoms to the holly’, it’s a gangsta party
i’m playin’ out (?) with them and i’mma catch a body (yeah!)
got him, you should’ve beefed with some other n*ggas
hop ’em, everytime i bee them busta n*ggas
but f*ck them n*ggas, lemme get back to this raw talent
to the smoke, phase my other name, i gots to have it
i’m a gangsta, i don’t have no love for a sucka
know a busta, know a b*tch*made mothaf*cka
so tell them punks that want it, they about to get it
talkin’ all that brazy sh*t and they ain’t even wit’ it
i’m from the bity where them b hands’ll hit you up (what’s happenin’, blood?)
now you laid out, the cmg’s lit you up
don’t let me set this mothaf*cka off just like that movie
bloods get to bustin’ off aks and uzis (d*mn)
that machine, you know i’m talkin’ ’bout
here i go again, takin’ out on bl**dy route (sh*t)
knocked out the door and turned it to a bl**dy housing (knock, knock)
i got this gas made out, with a bl**dy mouth
i got love for the west, east, north and south
worldwide damu ridin’, watch ’em runnin’ hot
real california n*gga sayin’ f*ck the haters
inglewood swamp waters, crocodiles and gators
i speak this sh*t for the streets, to these gangsta beats
without me the rap game would be incomplete
it was me and my n*ggas, on the frontline
bangin’ on the enemies and the one time (k!ll ’em)
but the game ain’t the same and now that sh*t done changed
mothaf*ckas walk around lookin’ really strange
b*tch n*ggas they don’t get no play in my sh*t (naw)
it’s that knock for the block, ride or die sh*t (fo’ real)
to you suckas lemme tell you ’bout this g*ngb*ng
where i’m from, the bloods in the same gang
i ain’t trippin’ off of fame, you can have that sh*t
just slide me the bread and the baddest b*tch (yeah)
go and tell them mothaf*ckas that a n*gga back
westside the best side everytime i rap
outro:

and naw i ain’t even pistol, n*gga, they say when you the best, you gotta get that (?) thing face to face, n*gga, i know i’m the mothaf*ckin’ best, inglewood, this my sh*t, woop, that n*gga lil’ hawk is the one

- lil hawk bloods

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