[Intro: Ice Cube & OYG Lil' Hawk]
Nine-nine millimeter went (bang) to the temple
We don't give a fuck, nigga
[Verse 1: B-Brazy]
Gimme some tweed for my niggas (niggas), some drank for the hoes (Hoes)
A woop woop for the gang that, bang on Figueroa
Mr. Blood Brazy, Hoover Killa, all Crabs die
Go bustin' when I'm drunk, sober, angry, sleepy high
My bhakis hangin' so low, I'm fuckin' up the creased cuffs
Slangin' rocks, ruff and tuff with no afro puffs
About as fly as a plane on Lanes, I ain't kiddin'
Every rhyme that I say gon' be hittin', I ain't bullshittin'
I'm a B-Dog in a B-Doggy Dog world
Red Nikes and red Chucks, G'd up with the burl
Hangin' down my back, tootin' on the sack
And twist and twirlin' on the Daytons in my candy apple 'Lac
[Chorus x2]
Nine millimeter went (bang) to the tеmple
We don't give a fuck, nigga!
[Verse 2: YG Pimp D]
Comе in the do' with my flow for the West Coast
I'm fits to gangsta that shit, I thought I told you so
YG Pimp D, you know I'm pimpin' for mine
And I'm still runnin' from the mothafuckin' One Time
I'm shakin' 'em, I'm breakin' 'em, my Dickies hangin' low
I'm fit to blow up, I thought I told you so
It's that gangsta sound, another platinum hit
I'm representin' the Westside, the YG's gangstin' that shit
Biaitch, uhhh, you don't wanna bee
Me, Lil' Hawk, OG Eyes and SP
And like I told you, I fold you and put you on yo' back
And flip into my hood with a Chronic sack (Woo woo)
You little lolly-ass hoe
I be the dopest mothafucka, thought I told you so
Yeah, 4 Menace and I'm out
Westside, Inglewood, dicks and nuts in your mouth
Fuck Crabs!
[Chorus x2]
Nine millimeter went (bang) to the temple
We don't give a fuck, nigga!
[Verse 3: Peanut II, OYG Lil' Hawk & B-Brazy]
Peanut II in a Luxury, I know y'all niggas miss me
Blood, I just touched down from bustin' on the Rice Krispies
I got my niggas wanna scrap, the bitch is on my lap
And my nigga Eighty Eight
- With the mothafuckin' strap!
Denver Lane is the hood like the 5 to the Dub
Hit us on damn Fig', Denver Lane Gangsta Bloods (Denver Lane Gangsta Bloods)
Fuck Boover 'Rip, and HTH
And when I come through your hood, you better try to escape
- 'Cause I'm comin' with the K and some brazy YG's (Woo woo)
So, bitch, get off the car and leave your mothafuckin' keys
It's the L Gang, nigga
- Mr. YG Peanut
Denver Lane Gangsta Bloods and we don't give a fuck
[Chorus x2]
Nine millimeter went (bang) to the temple
We don't give a fuck, nigga!
[Verse 4: O.G. Mad Eye, Spyder & OYG Lil' Hawk]
O.G. Mad Eye is about to flizzo
Goldens on track comin' down the fizzo
I'm hittin' 'em up Westside as I gangsta glizzide
With my nigga Lil' Hawk, with the strap on his side
As we swoop and we woop, CMG's on the block
- OG's, YG's
Bhaki suits and Glocks
- It don't stop
Now I'm off in the wind
To get a dub sack and Red Ride to the Brims
Roll a fat blunt, and hit the road
Hoppin' like a toad, straight gettin' blowed
- Hold up, stay off the nuts
Crenshaw Mafia Gangstas and we don't give a fuck
[Chorus x2]
Nine millimeter went (bang) to the temple
We don't give a fuck, nigga!
[Verse 5: Spyder]
Kan't stop, won't stop, I'm too fuckin' hard to quit
Regulatin' that shit, lettin' the yah-yah spit
Rip your mothafuckin' meat, peep, Blood, I ain't the one to be
Played like a lolly, you get beat like a drunk dumb
Murder, death, kill with the gangbangin' skills I got
187 on a block, ain't no one to see the dot
Capped on the spot, guts all on the ground
Fuckin' with them Bloodhounds on to put the serve down
Fool, you must be tweakin' off some shit I don't smoke
And I hope that you choke and catch cancer in the throat
You's a joke flip-flop wit' yo' ass turned up
It's Westside CMG and, we don't give a fuck
[Chorus x2]
Nine millimeter went (bang) to the temple
We don't give a fuck, nigga!
[Verse 6: OYG Lil' Hawk]
All Crab-ass niggas, make way for the CMG
It's that nigga Lil' Hawksta, 4 fingas and the B
It's Crenshaw mothafuckin' Mafia, woop woop! (Woop woop!)
As we swoop 4 deep in this mothafuckin' Coupe (In this mothafuckin' Coupe)
DeVille, chill, how in the fuck did you figure?
Nigga, C is for Crab (Crab) and K is for Killa (Killa)
So, niggas, don't even try to fuck around
Nigga, I'm B-D-O-G'n and I'm not smokes the pound
I gets busy, snap, crackle, pop like Rice Krispies
So miss me with the drama and I don't need the kids, sissy
Fuck Crabs, and now you niggas know wassup
Inglewood and South Bentral niggas gives a fuck
[Chorus x4]
Nine millimeter went (bang) to the temple
We don't give a fuck, nigga!
