[Hook: B-Brazy]
Let's get high, biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side
[Verse 1: B-Brazy]
Biiitch, I'm 'bout to come with the 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 outta 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 start to get glazed
What's happ'nin', Blood? It's the Lanes, Grape Crab Killa gang
Bhakis hang like it's the thang, Blood (Blood)
Fool, I'm rollin' with the killas, bitch, the Mafia Denvers
Couple of the Blood gangs and them ridas on thangs
I'm cold-blooded like Rick, trick, gots to stay rich
Figueroa Rida Gang, bitch, the street and the click
[Hook: B-Brazy]
Let's get high, biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side
[Verse 2: YG Pimp D]
Hoppin' to the '4
It's time to take a ride
Where the muthafuckin' Damus ride
Nigga front, 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 the nuts
But this brazy-ass nigga, ain't givin' a mad-ass fuck
About no slut, oh, oh, never
I'm settin' up shop because I'm so damn clever
Now whatcha wanna do?
I'm down with the fuckin' Dogs from the East to the West
Stayin' on the fuckin 'Shaw
So back the fuck on up b-i-tch, please, it's the YG 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
Hahaha
Nigga, don't even try to figure
Why the Damu Ridas are the real cap peelers (Niggas)
[Hook: B-Brazy]
Let's get high, biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side
[Verse 3: 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' rida keep hoppin' the most
For the hoes with half tops and brazy dukes
All tryna get cute
For this nigga in the Coupe
That be rollin' 4 deep
Red beanies in the ride, I pancake at the light
Zoop! Raise the front higher
Just left the Denver Lanes, we baravannin' to the Bottoms
Pulled over in Crab hood, Blood, the One Times got a
YG bumped up
But they just gave Mad a ticket
So we Westside 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 in the house
[Hook: B-Brazy]
Let's get high, biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side
[Verse 4: Peanut II]
Peanut Deuce on the twisters
Got 'em all swangin'
Blood, I'm entertainin'
Mafia Lanin'
In a Luxury Kutlass bumpin' them B-dog kuts
So when I hit yo' ass up, fool, you better give it up
Rollin' with Eight and Braze, Hawk, 'Niak and Spyder
(Damus and Ru's only roll with true CK Ridas - BRAZE)
Fuck beatin' 'round the bush, Denver Lanes on the map
And I feel like a mack (mack) twistin' up a dub sack (Sack)
E-Bos (E-Bos) and the Lanes bee me hoppin' like a '4
And I hit a few mo' (mo'), let 'em swingin' little mo' (Mo')
It's the Figueroa thugs, YG Bloods
Now let me hit the Hennebby so I can catch a buzz (Buzz)
When I'm slippin' and slidin'
On the Westside and
Krossin' out whoever ain't Damu Ridin' (Damu Ridin'! Fuck Individuals, Boovers... Mafia for life, nigga, fuck all Crab ridas, [tonight?])
[Hook: B-Brazy]
Let's get high, biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side
[Verse 5: OYG Lil' Hawk]
Front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride
It's me and my niggas rollin' through the Westside (Westside!)
Dipped than a muthafucka, on D's, steady swervin'
Down Crenshaw, if niggas trippin', I'mma serve 'em
I'm not goin' out like these other niggas
You either blink wrong, I'mma squeeze the fuckin' trigga
I'm not tryna be the man but I can be the man
So I hope you niggas and bitches really understand
Not to fuck around, you gets klowned
Either way it go from the streets either or the studio
And 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, I relax your muthafuckin' mind
Shit, what can I say?
Rollin' in my ride, nigga, it's just another day
[Hook: B-Brazy]
Let's get high, biiitch
In my Damu Ride
Sittin' on the gold ones
Hittin' that side to side
