Damu Ride lyrics

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[B-BRAZY]

Let`s get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin` on the gold ones

Hittin` that side to side



[B-BRAZY]

Biiitch I`m `bout to come with that flow that`s stupid

I don`t smoke loop trick

Just pure marijuana

A O.G. behind us lookin` for Don Juanas

So I can light `em up like a Philly blunt of ganja

(Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?)

Bitch I`m gonna kill me some Crabs

(Well what do you consider Crabs?)

Fags with flue rags

Well let the Crab-killin`, bitch-killin` Braze hit the stage

Grab the mic and all the bitches pussies started to get glazed

What`s happ`nin` Blood? It`s the Lanes, Grape Crab killa gang

Bhakis hang like it`s the thang, Blood

Fool I`m rollin` with the killas bitch the Mafia Denvers

Couple of the Blood gangs that be ridin` on thangs

I`m cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich

Figueroa Rida Gang bitch, the street and the click



[B-BRAZY]

Let`s get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin` on the gold ones

Hittin` that side to side



[PIMP D]

Hoppin` to the `4

It`s time to take a ride

With the muthafuckin` Damus Ride

Nigga from back side to side

Watch the three wheel motion

Headed on up and then we keep on boastin`

Flossin` on the D`s, bitches all on them nuts

But this brazy-ass nigga

Ain`t givin` a mad-ass fuck

About no slut

Oh, I never

I`m settin` off shots because I`m so damn clever

Now whatcha wanna do?

I`m down with the fuckin` Dogs from the East to the West

Statin` on the fuckin `Shaw

So back the fuck on up B-I-tch please, it`s the Y-G Pimp D

I`m in it for the cash money

Now what you talkin` about?!

NUTHIN` I SUPPOSE!

That`s why we catch niggas slippin` on the Golden Chrome

Ahaha...

Nigga don`t even try to figure

Why the Damu Ridas are the real cap peelers, nigga



[B-BRAZY]

Let`s get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin` on the gold ones

Hittin` that side to side



[B-BRAZY]

I need a shiny gold tooth

To match the naughty Daytons in the Coupe (Brazy ballin` now)

Now ain`t that the truth

Wash her up, charge her up or shoot your boggie for the bitches

Sunday night you be

Everythang button on switches

It`s about

Who`s flossin` the most

And who`s tossin` the most

And which muthafuckin` ride keep hoppin` the most

For the hoe`s whoever toss the Brazy`s deuce

All tryin` to get cute

For this nigga in the Coupe

That be rollin` 4 deep

Red beanies in a rider, pancake at the light

Tsoop! Raise the front hire

Just left the Denver Lanes we baravanning to the bumps

Quarter over in Crab hood Blood the One-Times got a Y-G bumped up

But they just gave mad at ticket so we West Side roll

So we all can go and bick it

At the party in the Dena`s the M and L`s keep it goin` on `WOOP `WOOP

1-0-9 `WOOP `WOOP for 1-0-4



[B-BRAZY]

Let`s get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin` on the gold ones

Hittin` that side to side



[PE-NUT 2 : lane. in. piece.]

Pe-Nut Deuce on the twisters

Got `em off swing

Blood I`m entertaitin`

Mafia Lane and

In a Lex ??? bumper them B-dog cut

So when I hit your ass up fool you better give it up

Rollin` with Eight and Braze, Hawk, Yak and Spider

(Damus and Ru`s only roll with true C-K Ridas --> BRAZE)

Fuck beatin` `round the bush, Denver Lanes on the map

And I feel like a mack twistin` up a dub sack

E-Bo and the Lanes be me hoppin` like a `4

And I hit a few more, let `em swingin` little mo`

It`s the Figueroa thugs, Y-G Bloods

Now let me hit the Henne-B so I can catch a buzz

When I`m slippin` and slidin`

On the West Side and

Crossin` on whoever ain`t Damu Ride (fuck Individual`s, Boover`s...)



[B-BRAZY]

Let`s get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin` on the gold ones

Hittin` that side to side



[LIL` HAWK]

Front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride

It`s me and my niggas rollin` through the West Side

Dipped than a muthafucka on D`s, steady swervin`

Down Crenshaw, nigga`s trippin` I`ma serve `em

I`m not goin` out like these other niggas

You either blink wrong I`ma squeeze the fuckin` trigger

I`m not tryin` to be the man but I can be the man

So I hope you niggas and bitches really understand

Not to fuck around you gets clowned

Either way it go from the streets either on the studio

Where we don`t give a fuck

And bring it on if you think you got nuts

Blood you better know the time

Because I love my 9, will relax your muthafuckin` mind

Shit, what can I say?

Rollin` in my ride nigga it`s just another day



[B-BRAZY]

Let`s get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin` on the gold ones

Hittin` that side to side
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