[Intro: B-Brazy]
What's crackin', Blood? (What's crackin', nigga), I don't give a fuck, nigga (woop woop), we in this mothafucka, bangin', hangin', doin' the same ol' shit we always do, keepin' this shit real as a mothafucka, $1000 bill on the gold Vogue (Inglewood, hah), five Hoochies and Hawks? is tough, you understand's me, it's gangsta shit, I gives a fuck about what's goin' on around me, I got to give day by day against my prey, nigga, C mothafuckin' K (Deez nuts, deez nuts)
[Verse 1: B-Brazy]
Now who gon' ride and who gon' die and be a busta and snitch
'Cause I'm the, first to get that lil' foe once the Ricket get sticked
It was, wayside first but now I'm miles abound
Locked down where the trustees bring you chow
We the niggas that's deep, with fat heat
Bustin' out the passenger seat (Hah)
Shoot a Boovеr from Fig'
From, here on down the street (hah), with thе super scope
For the super Locs (yeah) that be twistin' on 'em super duper hunnid gold Spokes
If we bump heads, we pump lead
On our enemies givin' up B's while the Jevi's? flee (Uh)
Fake mothafuckas that wanna brawl with the Braze (Hah)
The two shot Daringer, 10-9 danksta, I'm your dude
I can rap, scrap, blast a nigga, stab up fools (Huh)
Flip a chicken, rob yo' spot or, nigga, run yo' jewels (Huh)
Oh, you want the gangbanger with the straight L finga? (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Yeah, we hangin' on Figueroa, bustin', pushin', pickin' whores
You know what they hittin' for (huh), we the Bloods (Uh-huh)
Aktive Figueroa thugs (uh), show me love (Woop woop)
Y'all respect the heat so y'all can run when y'all bick it
YG Braze-a-Daze forever, nigga, DLB'n
[Chorus x2: OYG Green Eyez, Lil' Leak & B-Brazy]
WOOP WOOP
Makin' Crabs run for they heat
WOOP WOOP
Chasin' Crabs across the street
WOOP WOOP
Nigga, is you bangin' or what?
If you ain't bangin' with the Bloods
We ain't givin' a fuck!
[Verse 2: Lil' Leak]
Ain't got no job so I hanged out (hang out), get banged out (Banged out)
Got niggas from my turf (woop woop), that's on the same route (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We smoke bud, drink 40's, say Blood (Blood)
We can't quit it, I gots to admit it, I'm a thug (That's right)
Born and raised (huh), Valley behaved, since a kid
Did dirt when I was young and got worser now that I got, big and strong
Now it's on, I'm sippin' Hennessy (Uh-huh)
And everyday I get drunk and go blast an enemy (Fuck 'em)
In all black, with the strap, lookin' for a pack
And niggas fakin' it so I can twist they wig back (Uh)
And I hope that them po-po's don't roll
But if they do, I'm goin' for mines, I just got off parole (Pop pop pop pop pop)
And I ain't tryna hit the pen again (uh-huh), stuck with a gang o' men (Hah)
I love to fuck hoes (hah), smoke weed and drink Hen' (Hah)
Don't hate me because I'm trife
But if you do, then fuck you (fuck you) and yo' mouth
A day in the life of a gangsta
[Chorus x2: OYG Green Eyez, Lil' Leak & B-Brazy]
WOOP WOOP
Makin' Crabs (niggas) run for they heat
WOOP WOOP
Chasin' Crabs across the street
WOOP WOOP
Nigga, is you bangin' or what?
If you ain't bangin' with the Bloods
We ain't givin' a fuck!
[Verse 3: OYG Green Eyez]
I got flows for days (woo), I bust CK's (Biatch)
Green Eyez got it poppin' from Inglewood, Watts to the J's (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
As I bails through the woods in my cherry red Chucks (Uh-huh)
I just don't give a fuck, we be YG's goin' nuts (Hah)
Got niggas on my ass, flue wearin' rags wanna kill me (Uh)
But in these last days only God can feel me
'Cause He knows I stays strapped with a TEC-9 on my lap
And for every Crab I kill ain't gon' bring Shakey back
But I'mma keep on ridin' 'til I rest in dirt
And I'mma keep on Westsidin', straight puttin' in work
Even my girl sound too brazy for my own kind
And where they be?: The Blood module or the Mainline
I'm gon' bang Family Gang to the mothafuckin' end (Woop)
And just to stay calm I stay goin' off that Gin
I sense Blood, 'cause it's in my Nation
And when you a real rida, Crab niggas gon' hate you
But you know I ain't trippin', I gots to stay sippin'
In my all burgundy Butlass on the 'Shaw, straight dippin'
Through Inglewood 9-Deuce, we be Soldiers for Life (Woop)
And when I die, nigga, I'm gon' die with stripes
[Chorus: OYG Green Eyez, Lil' Leak & B-Brazy]
WOOP WOOP
Makin' Crabs run for they heat
WOOP WOOP
Chasin' Crabs across the street
WOOP WOOP
Nigga, is you bangin' or what?
If you ain't bangin' with the Bloods
We ain't givin' a fuck!
