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lirik lagu on tha solo – lil’ hawk (bloods)

intro:

* hey, hey, what up, cuz? haha, what up, cuh, ahahaha!
* wassup, n*gga?
* hey, cuz, what up, cuh? hey, hey, cuz!
* wassup, n*gga, yeah!
* wassup, n*gga?
* hey what up, cuh? cu*riip! ahh, get outta here, man, with yo mark*ass…
* man, see that sh*t
* open up the godd*mn window, man
* what’s going on?
* shut the f*ck up, blood! y’all n*ggas ready to die today?

now wait a minuuuute! yeah! lil’ hawk red ridin’ hood (woop, woop), n*gga, you don’t stop, ready to get out this n*gga huh? get f*cked up, it’s that g*ngb*ngin’ sh*t, fool, woop, haha, n*gga, i ain’t from africa, i’m from crenshaw mafia’s, n*gga

verse 1:

go against me if you want it, shame on you
real n*gga get it in, i’m from california
you can take a ride through the bity, i’m from the ‘wood
it don’t stop, it’s gon’ pop, just like it should
i keep a b*tch that be sw*ngin’ off the g*ngb*ng
where i’m from, the bloods is the main thang
g’d up, banged out in my cherry suede
and for the haters, you know a n*gga keep a thang
that’s how we do it in the bottoms, it ain’t nothin’
they threw a bag where i’m checkin’, a lotta n*ggas frontin’
now everybody wanna woop like they all official
i ain’t hatin’, i’m just sayin’ (?) out the pistol
i give a f*ck about the bristle, or the mods
nowadays they be puttin’ on anybody
and that’s a mothaf*ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus:

* what set you from?
* (?), crenshaw mafia, mothaf*ckas
* i ain’t from africa, i’m from crenshaw mafia!
* crenshaw mafia x3, mothaf*ckas

verse 2:

don’t get it twisted, n*gga, i’m true to this
hit the streets with this sh*t and make the whole world woop to this
you can say i’m in the zone, i’m about to mack
i never checkin’ for a b*tch, i’m ready to get the cash
i ain’t impressed with yo’ breast or yo’ big booty
go and slide me the bread, baby, you a shoody
too many suckas as it is, rookies on the p*ssy
i beat the mothaf*cka up just like a school bully
they never got this back in traffic, on the boulevard
strap on my lap for the n*ggas that be lookin’ hard
you never know, when you might, have to spit a round
i run into them other n*ggas and it’s goin’ down
i’m on point, on the block just somebody died
scary*ass n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, runnin’ to the cops
and that’s a mothaf*ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo
chorus

verse 3:

these mothaf*ckin’ women brazy, that’s on the b
she fell in love with a n*gga now she mad at me
i used to tell her just to bick it but she wouldn’t listen
i guess it’s also other b*tches used to have me trippin’
i kept my eyes on the prize, just looked straight ahead
caught up in this gang life, n*gga wear the color red
put a cap in a n*gga if he got twisted
the ambulance and the (?) paid a visit
you wanna know my background? it’s real play
woolworth elementary, that’s on the game
i went to google lil’ red, pooch, jamal and me
young mafia, sandboxin’, y’all in
lil’ hawk, i’m a rida, yeah, i’m trippin’
i f*ck this n*gga afterlife with his b*tch sleepin’
and that’s a mothaf*ckin’ no though
yeah i run with the gang but i do it on the solo

chorus

- lil hawk bloods

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